A few weeks ago a friend of mine discovered Farm dinners.
The concept epitomizes the localvore movement. “Think global, eat local” Seattle is allllll about supporting local businesses. Yay! I’m a big fan as well. I fully acknowledge, however, that it’s easy for a place whose streets have been trod by Bill Gates, Joel McHale, August Wilson, Jimi Hendrix, Gail Devers, and Brand Carlile. “There’s gold is these here hills!” It’s not so easy for people with less money to access this awesome ideology. It’s hard for me to write this because it separates me from a culture that defines me — poverty. My brain is poor, but my wallet is not. I feel a crazy amount of guilt participating in events like this.
A few of my friends and I are traveling to a Carnation, WA. We each paid $75 for a Farm dinner experience — Yes. Seventy-five dollars. I can’t believe I paid $75 to eat 3.5 feet away from my food’s origin. I’ve lost my mind. That was the cheapest option. We chose beer. Wine was between $100 and $175. Bananas.
The menu for this evening:
Chicken liver pate, carmelized onions, pickled mustard greeens
Garlic and brown butter lake with stewed chicken legs
Sweet pea arancini with chevre, herb salad, and mushrooms
Copperhead Pale Ale
Grilled chicken breast with quinoa, orange, chile, pineapple sage, and fried egg
Rhubarb fritters with cinnamon maple syrup
Steam Train Porter
*Side note: they spelled “fourth” wrong, didn’t they? Also, I’m not a poultry eater so I hope they’re substituting. UGH, even that last sentence was SO PRETENTIOUS. “I’m not a meat eater, so I hope they’re substituting?!” BLARGH. (I need to reconcile my current existence with my past history). I’m a work in progress.
That being said, I’m sure it will be fun and tasty. It’s just hard spending so much money on one thing, food.