What happens when you pay one of the region's best chefs at one of the region's finest and fanciest restaurants to "curate" your grocery list?
Pickled ramps happen, that's what. Duck confit happens. Lardo, foie butter and kale salsa verde happen. And a juicy cut of animal meat I never knew existed, and which I would eat exclusively from now on if only I could find it and afford it, happens.
This spring, La Belle Vie's Tim McKee announced that the restaurant would be offering a spin on the CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) phenomenon, where you pay a monthly stipend and receive in return a box of vegetables from a local community garden. Typically, at least in Minnesota, that means you might get a bushel of carrots and a half-dozen heads of lettuce one month, and a pallet of zucchini the next.
Only this time, the restaurant staff would cull seasonal goodies from their farmers, cheesemongers and providers of wild boar, or whatever, and pack it into a large cooler to be picked up monthly by a limited number of customers. McKee promised to elevate the idea with distinctive products, a monthly cocktail mix and a few recipes to show you how you might use the enclosed ingredients.
CSAs are kind of a grass roots thing, so there were some purists at the time who groused that this was not really a CSA and they had concerns that, at $100 a month, it was too spendy. Frankly, I don't care what you call it, just don't call me late for dinner. I rarely get out of Lunds for under $100, so I thought testing McKee's concept was worth a try. I plunked down the seasonal cost, $500 for five months' of food, and waited for the bounty.
First, a brief culinary history: I, um, exaggerated my food writing credentials to nab an early job, which included regular features on cooking and restaurants. At the time, my "skills" consisted almost exclusively of dropping a bag of chicken a la king into boiling water. But I got the job anyway and my (now) wife began buying cookbooks and kitchen widgets with the idea that I would be the chef de cuisine in our household. Over the years I took courses in braising, soups, sauces and became adequate in the basics. Most important, I enjoyed cooking.
Bring it, La Belle Vie.
I picked up the first cooler full of food on a Friday committed to cooking whatever was inside that night for dinner, brought it home and opened the lid to find: pheasant eggs.