mike's kitchen {crafted by the seasons}
Mike:
Upon arriving on
Washington Island I was greeted by friendship and a familiarity of welcomed
sights beheld only six months earlier. Quickly I found myself in my kitchen and
again I was met with the familiar; with the sort of comfort that transforms a
house into a home. Although it is only my second year in this place it has
become part of who I am. And as I am shaped by it, I too shape it.
The restaurant's opening
day fast approaching and I feel comforted by this place and eager for dining
service to begin. With little wasted time conversations about plant seeds and
harvest schedules become routine. The hotel's garden is one of the many prides
of my kitchen. Sitting at just under two acres it is diverse enough to meet the
vast majority of our produce needs. To state that our garden team is proficient
and motivated, would sell them short. The quality of their produce speaks for
itself. The countless hours they work are fuel for the passion that is
embodied in the restaurant. Other local providers are contacted as
well, it is the bringing together of a
supply of products with striking character.
I am humbled by the
sourcing of our food, in the restaurant I am involved in this on a very
personal level. The land is turned, a seed is planted, it grows; a plant is
harvested, delivered, cleaned, prepared, ordered, and served. Every
carrot, and every piece of parsley lived this cycle for months or weeks. It
took diligence and respect to achieve this. This reverberates in my bones.
Every cut of beef to every portion of chicken had parents. Then they were
slaughtered, and partitioned into New York strip steaks, chicken tenders, or
pork chops. This is nothing new, but the understanding of the events and
routines has become disconnected from what one may consider a typical dining
experience. The last time you ate a meal, did you consider how old the
vegetable was when it was pulled from the earth? Did you ponder the hands that
pulled it?
A round white dinner
plate is a canvas holding unlimited potential. It can be painted in any
countless number of flavors, textures, aromas, and colors. This is how I look
at a plate; considering the developing dynamics waiting to be unleashed. I
often find myself thinking about the process that leads these items to me. As
chef I am tasked with skillfully preparing plates that please the senses. Cast
a known item into a new light. The volume of creative expression is endless.
Kitchen days are long, but it is a labor of love and expression. I find my work
fulfilling and satisfying. With that said, my work is only a piece to a puzzle
that must come together for a dinner service to run smoothly; from growing
seeds and livestock nursing; to clean plates and artful presentations. It all
has to come together. The goal of this, the culmination of this, is to present
a lovely dinner to you: my guest.
Cheers,
Mike
{Mike Hofmann is chef at Hotel Washington and Studio on Washington Island in Door County Wisconsin}
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