A Reminder

Last night, we had the couple who married the previous night on site dining at the chef's counter in the kitchen. As with protocol for the counter, with chef's tastings as they did, and with those who celebrated such a momentous occasion on site, we plan and treat the guests with extra attention and courses.

With the idea of champagne sorbet for one of our desserts, I had planned to make it the previous day, but realized that it could be a very celebratory starter and item.

The couple came in and sat, and they were both glowing with happiness and excitement. We said hellos and congratulations, and I began to plate up the champagne sorbet with a multitude of flowers that I had picked through the garden; Borage, Filabert, Rose, Mint, Oregano, ...., and I served the dish to them. The wife was expounding with happiness, exclaiming about how beautiful the dish was and how perfect (the night) , and everything was.

Goosebumps came, and instantly I remembered why I cook. Perhaps her happiness wasn't so much our food and company, but still it hit quite hard. She would remember this night the rest of her life, and I was glad that I could somehow positively affect it.