Day 258: A Feast of Fields
This afternoon was the fantastic Feast of Fields event in the back yard garden at Rouge. It was like a race against food and time. (When A said she was starting to get full, I told her to eat faster.)
All told, I ate (and drank) too much to list, but here are the highlights, in no particular order:
Roasted tomato and double smoked bacon soup with a foamy pesto cream (unspeakably good) from Fuze in Banff
Pork confit and potato croquettes with Gull Valley tomato marmalade from Nicole Gourmet (if anyone in Calgary needs a caterer, she is the bomb)
Black currant orange torte, blueberry lemon tartlets and lavender scones with stewed cherries and creme fraiche from Brûlée Patisserie (I may cry myself to sleep tonight over these)
Poutine from St. Germain (again I can’t recall the fine details, but come on – Poutine. From St. Germain. How can it not be fabulous? I can’t believe I just said fabulous.)
Teeny goat cheese tarts with candied grape tomatoes from the Calgary Petroleum Club (these were brought to me by a friend, so I never even saw the descriptor, but they were triumphant little bites)
I was complaining at the end that no one had bothered to make ice cream for me, when S took me by the arm and dragged me over to the Route 40 Soup Company, who fed me little shooters of green tomato mincemeat and peach cobbler topped with chunky butter pecan ice cream. There are no words.
Really everything was fantastic, and I did miss a few tents, so if you’re a chef and reading this and I didn’t point your food out, please don’t feel badly.
Afterward, it was too much a sunny Sunday to go home, so A and I poked around in some shops and ended up on a patio with Strongbows and Coronas, and when D joined us we talked ourselves into ordering a Cappy’s Platter, a typical fried-food rip-off delivered on one of those wicker platters with plenty of plastic shooters of sour cream and ranch dressing. I have no idea who Cappy is, but he needs to get himself a new platter, one that isn’t so weighed down with deep fried onion chunks. I think they just threw everything, potstickers and all, into the deep fryer and put a few of the requisite vegetable sticks in the middle to break up the sea of beige. A stark contrast to the grazing we did at Feast of Fields.
My stomach is not happy with me. It isn’t hosting this eclectic food party very well… I’m hoping none of the guests get kicked out.
September 14 2008 | eating out | 4 Comments »
