Well it all started by asking if we could see Rocky’s Pigs. As you might recall Rocky was mentioned in the New York Times recently for his pig raising: http://travel.nytimes.com/2009/11/22/travel/22journeys.html
Rocky took us out to his friend Mary Farley’s house where he keeps his pigs.
Mary is a major bird enthusiasts and has a ton of chickens.... well not literally, but there has to be over twenty. We lucked out because a couple of the hens had laid eggs. Mary raises a variety of chickens so the hues of the eggs ranged from toasty browns to subtle shades of turquoise; gorgeous!
Then Rocky took us to meet his little piggies… which are anything but small. When we arrived at their pens they were all foaming at the mouth. Rocky explained to us to not be concerned as his pigs know that when they hear Rocky coming it means food, so they start salivating like a fat kid in Cafe Tartine (That one's for you Eddy). I’ve met some cute pigs in my day, but these pigs were far from cuddly…. that’s good because it means they’ll be easier to eat. After we wrapped up tending the pigs we headed back to his place for a sip of Tequila. Rocky asked us if we’d like to try something different, and broke out a bottle of homemade Kahlua made by local legend “Crazy Johnny.” Johnny is infamous for his vintage Cadillac limo complete with long horns on the hood and murals of the West Texas landscape on the side, and for his home brewed sotol-based absinthe. I had this stuff once and it nearly killed me, so when Rocky broke out the Kahlua I was a bit hesitant. The liquor was fantastic! Made from local mesquite honey and Big Bend coffee, Johnny’s Kahlua kicked the juevos out of the brand name.
After a couple of drinks it occurred to us to use what we had collectively in our two refrigerators and cook ourselves a feast for dinner. Emily and I raced home to raid our fridge, and stopped by the local grocery store to pick up some Dead Guy Ale, Sammy Smiths, and some Early Grey chocolate. We got back to his place and organized the ingredients:
Baby Butter Lettuce, Beets, Roasted Pumpkin and Avacados, Lavender Butter, fresh baked homemade bread, Gruyere cheese, Crème Fraîche, Broccoli, Vanilla Beans, Milk, Fresh Eggs, Cilantro, Bosc Pears, limes, and shallots. To top it off I brought some home made venison sausage that Emily’s father had caught, and Rocky brought some boudin sausage he had just acquired from the eastern part of the state.
Here’s what we made:
Pear Gruyere bruscetta sautéed in lavender butter and vanilla bean.
Quiche with a fresh butter cilantro crust with Gruyere, broccoli, shallots and freshly laid eggs.
Roasted Beet Avocado Pumpkin salad in a balsamic and lime zest vinaigrette with butter lettuce and crème fraîche dressing
Baked sausage with stone ground mustard
And of course, homemade Kahlua with Earl Grey chocolate.
As you might imagine, we went home fat and happy. Three cheers to Rocky.
Communal eating is incredibly important to me. If I could I would do it every night, most Americans do not embrace such a concept. When I lived in Florence I hug out with a group of Tuscan artists, many of whom were just barely getting by financially. Despite their financial difficulties these artists ate like kings because each would bring an ingredient for the feast, and an inexpensive bottle of wine (it's true, you can get good wine on the cheap in Tuscany). Thirty or so artists would show up and we would spend hours eating pastas, salamis, salads, beans, soups, bread...you name it. Furthermore, these meals established a positive community, a group of people who genuinely cared for eachother based on the dialogs they had created over delicious meals. These dinners were the inspiration for the meals Emily and I would later serve for our friends when we lived in the Bay Area, and during special events when we are abroad.
In my opinion the United States is in a spiritual depression, one created through the isolation of consumer culture. This country needs a pick-me-up, and I think a great beginning would be if people could begin to cook and eat together. I'm sure you've had a dinner party before, but do it more often. Ask your friends to each bring what they can or have at home and see what you can create. Find spaces to cook and eat in large numbers. If your kitchen is too small, go on the roof. If the roof is out of the question then find a park, or even a community center. Spaces for creating community surround us, and food is the optimal catalyst.
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