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10
servingsMedium
Published 2003
On weekends when I am not baking, you can find me on my in-law’s ranch tending the cows. Spring is roundup time. We rise at dawn, separate the cows from the calves, and rope, brand, and doctor the hundred-plus calves. By dinnertime, we are ravenous for the feast Mark (executive chef and co-owner of Farallon), the other Farallon chefs, and I prepare. After everyone takes a dip in the creek to wash away dust and ice-cold beers are passed around, I ring a triangular dinner bell. One year, prim