A Memory of Lamb: When Flavor Carried the Land

Since becoming a chef, time with my parents has become a rare treasure. Long hours, faraway placements, and the rhythm of private service often keep me away from the small, grounding rituals of home. But one day, not so long ago, we carved out a quiet space and decided to go for a walk together in the mountains.

We carry more than gear on walks like this—we carry memory, curiosity, and the scent of wild herbs tucked into the folds of a quiet day.

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While walking through the mountains with my parents, we picked wild herbs as we went—fresh oregano, wild fennel, licorice. I tucked some into my backpack without even thinking. Now, every time I look at this photo, I remember the scent of that hillside, the taste of the lamb, and the joy of simply being present. Sometimes, the most powerful flavors begin with a walk.

It was a beautiful day in Abruzzo. The kind of day that doesn’t ask for anything except your attention. I could only describe it as a multisensory walk. The landscape unfolded before us with an effortless majesty. The sound of leaves shifting in the breeze, birds calling across valleys, the gentle warmth of the sun on my skin. We stopped to drink from a spring that ran crystal clear, fresh and cold. The air itself was perfumed with wild herbs—fresh oregano, wild fennel, licorice root, and many others I couldn’t quite name but knew by scent.

Wild oregano, quietly thriving. No garnish could tell a story like this view can. Sometimes flavor begins long before the kitchen.

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It was during that walk that we stumbled across a small family restaurant. Nothing fancy. But something about it felt honest, grounded. I ordered lamb. No elaborate plating, no unnecessary flourishes. But the first bite took me by surprise.

You could taste the mountain.

The lamb had been raised locally, free to graze on those very herbs we had just walked past. It wasn’t just meat on a plate—it was an echo of the land itself. The wildness. The restraint. The purity of something untouched. That meal stayed with me, long after the last bite. It carried not only flavor, but memory.

Recently, I felt called to revisit that moment in my own kitchen. Not to replicate it—that would be impossible—but to honour it. I slow-cooked lamb shoulder in an infusion of fennel stalks and licorice root. I paired it with onion fondant and finished it with preserved black truffle. Simple, quiet elements. Nothing on the plate was rushed. Everything built with respect.

What restraint tastes like.No rush, no noise—just a plate built to echo the land it came from. Lamb, licorice root, fennel, truffle. A quiet reflection on memory and place.

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Sometimes, especially in private service, the pursuit of perfection can tempt us toward excess. But the greatest dishes often come from restraint. From listening to the ingredient, not overpowering it. From cooking not to impress, but to remember.

That day in Abruzzo, walking with my parents, reminded me that true flavor begins long before it reaches the kitchen. It begins with the land, with gratitude, and with presence. And if you listen closely enough, sometimes a whole hillside speaks through a single bite.

Have you ever experienced a dish that made you pause—not because of how it looked, but because of what it reminded you of? I’d love to hear your thoughts or stories in the comments below.

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