If you know, you know. Lambstock is like that. If you know about it, then you will be there. If you’re not there, you’ll wish you were. This was my first one. The fourth overall. I got the word from the Shepard himself. I had heard about Lambstock, even wondered if I would get the nod. Shit, I won’t lie, I hoped I would get the invite! Then it came, an email, “Will you be able to join us for Lambstock?” Well, let me check my, oh hells yea I will!
Chefs from all over the country, from Alabama to Atlantic City, wine makers, musicians, coffee roasters, artists, photographers, farmers, foodies, writers, helpers, volunteers, beer makers, oystermen and God only knows who else started showing up on Friday, the last ones left on Tuesday. We came to camp in the Shepard’s fields, eat some of his awesome lamb prepared by some of the best and most creative chefs in the country. We came to get rained on, a Lambstock tradition. We came to drink beer, wine, bourbon and untaxed liquor. We came to hangout and socialize and burn lotsa wood. We came to talk about kitchens and food and restaurants and food and music and food and fishing and food and farms and food and wine and food and cigars and food. We watched in awe as the Chefs smoked and grilled and pit roasted and fried and chopped and tossed and sauced and served each other and us. There were more than a few times when I was unsure why I was invited and wether I was worthy of the invite. Then I ate some more lamb and stopped thinking that way. Why was this happening you might ask? The Shepard did it. As Jason Tesauro wrote in a NYT article about last years Lambstock – The Shepard “is on a campaign to connect growers and producers, chefs and sommeliers, artists and artisans to an integrated foodshed community.” He succeed again this year.
It was one of the best gatherings I have ever been to! From the incredible food and beer and wine to the daily concerts by some very talented musicians. I’ll be back for sure, I am just waiting for the email about next years dates, waiting, waiting….