On Thursday night we were served a course, to pair with Cab Franc, of roasted lamb shoulder with wheatberries that had been cooked in a meaty-winey sauce and accented with fried lovage leaves. As food and partner for the wine, it was outstanding on every level, but I especially appreciated being served two things that just literally never otherwise show up: lamb shoulder and whole wheatberries.
When I was a kid, whole lamb shoulder roasts were common in supermarkets--usually for braises, but sometimes deboned and stuffed. Haven't seen one in decades. It's all cut into shoulder steaks, which for the barbecue is a favorite thing. There are bones and gristle to deal with, but each slice separates easily into two or three pieces--no knife required--and I marinate them in a mixture of mustard, worcestershire sauce, sherry or vermouth and some rosemary to be eaten off the bone, like a rib. I love that aspect and find the chewy shoulder meat sweeter and less gamey than other, more celebrated cuts.
I have no idea who else ever buys this cut. I have never been served it in anyone else's home or any restaurant, until now.
And then the wheatberries! What a delightful thing--chef Todd put enough on our plates to constitute a side dish but he tumbled them over the lamb like a bunch of jewels. Once again, never had those in a restaurant before. In fact, I don't even cook them myself--I've probably put them into a loaf of bread or two, and that's it. There's an Armenian dish I fell in love with back in the 80's (and then forgot about) involving cooking a whole chicken with wheatberries for about four hours (deboning it about half way thru), when it literally becomes a big porridge (the chicken is meant to dissolve) that you top with cinammon-laced butter. It's divine, something an Armenian friend said was the chicken soup of his childhood. I would kill for a bowl of that right now.
Anyway, just riffing out loud on two unusual and humble ingredients that rocked my world a few days ago.