Each year the private club where I am chef holds their "Spring Fling." It's a great excuse for a colorful spread. This year's was 15 hours over a simple spread. Honestly, more often the crowd here is about drinking, not eating. Regardless, here's what we did.
Milling Toward Ruchmehl
On closing the gap between a Komo mill, Grand Teton Ancient grains, and the flour my sister used to bring from Basel....
















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