FINDING FREEDOM AT THE LOST KITCHEN

formerly abandoned grist mill with stone foundation and weathered shingles, located in Freedom, Maine, and now housing the world-famous restaurant The Lost Kitchen. Owner/chef Erin French is a Freedom native with no professional training and a ton of talent and heart.

Erin French grew up in the small town of Freedom, Maine, working at her father’s diner. Pressing down grilled cheeses, arranging fries and tartar sauce on clam plates, spooning mashed potatoes and gravy around her father’s famous ketchup-cloaked meat loaf were second nature.

Her father was a hard-driving, hot-tempered alcoholic whose approval she craved and never quite got. But she loved the work anyway: loved the long hours, the jostling camaraderie of the kitchen, the look on people’s faces as they dug into a morning plate of eggs with bacon crisped just so, or a ham and bean lunch special, or a slab of prime rib with green beans for a special occasion dinner.

She never left her hometown where, in a converted hydro-powered grist mill, she now owns and operates a world-famous restaurant and foodie “destination” called The Lost Kitchen. 

Finding Freedom: A Cook’s Story Remaking a Life from Scratch (2021) is both a follow-up and a prequel to French’s first book, the recipe-focused The Lost Kitchen (2017).

The backstory is a lot less airbrushed.

French wanted to be a doctor but, after starting medical school, had to drop off for lack of money. In Maine, she catered, waitressed, tended bar. She had a son, took on single motherhood, and sold her own home-made baked goods door-to-door. She married a much older man,  opened a supper club out of her apartment in nearby Belfast, then renovated an old storefront and launched a popular restaurant. She got hooked on pills and, at rehab, learned that her husband had locked the doors of the restaurant, fired the staff, and filed for custody of her son.

Finding Freedom is the story of how she picked herself up by the bootstraps, begged, borrowed, scavenged, refurbished an old Airstream trailer and opened a popup restaurant, made a handshake deal for that abandoned gristmill and bit by bit, breathed it into new life.

Always, she operated on a DIY shoestring. And always, always, she experimented, learned, and cooked: Little Island Oysters with Cucumber Mignonette, Ramp and Fiddlehead Fried Rice, Applewood-Grilled Chicken, Maple Custard with Blue Hill Blueberries.

“I wanted to do more than cook: I wanted to serve; I wanted to entertain and host; I wanted to take in strangers and feed them my love on a plate. As a woman, I felt a most innate joy in caring for people. Something that felt so natural to me, something that I craved to do.”

In fact, the whole Lost Kitchen staff (with the exception of the dishwasher) is female: not because French wanted to make a statement or dislikes men but because women seemed to constellate around her. They grew the vegetables and herbs, gathered the scallops, raised the chickens.

None of them, French included, are professionally trained. Her mother Deanna Richardson, taught herself about wine and is now The Lost Kitchen’s sommelier. French forages native wildflowers, leaves, weeds, and tree branches to make her signature bouquets.

The whole ethos could hardly be more different than the bad-boy, foul-mouthed, drinking and drugging excess culturally enshrined as celebrity chefdom.  

Not that French, who’s beautiful, smart and ever-so-slightly vulnerable, isn’t also supremely media-savvy. Season 3 of “The Lost Kitchen Show” launched on Magnolia on October. The restaurant now has a brick-and-mortar retail store and does a brisk online business selling items like $150 snacking pedestals and handmade waxed canvas aprons ($175). You can now stay in a Lost Kitchen-style little black cabin, hard by the restaurant, for $295 or so a night.

But French has resisted expanding much beyond her original 40 seats. The restaurant is open only 8 months a year, four nights a week. There, in her central, open kitchen, she’s in her element, searing swordfish, grilling steaks, and plating rhubarb spoon cakes among her guests.

Her dream has always been to feed people good, simple food, and to make them feel as if they were in their own home.

“I wanted to make people feel: nostalgic and loved. Nothing sous-vided, nothing frothed or foamed or forced or trying to be the best award-winning anything. It wasn’t cutting edge, it wasn’t sprinkled with gold flecks or garnished using tweezers. It was food that, with one bite, swaddled you, reminding you of your childhood, of someone you loved, and of the one, the few, or the many sweet moments they gave you.”

And the restaurant is wildly popular. The year after the phone lines crashed with new-season reservations, French instituted a lottery system. The tiny Freedom post office receives upwards of 20,000 postcards each year from every corner of the globe, “all just for dinner.”

“The mystery of this place and its success still sometimes bewilders me…Only one thing could explain it: love. We love our work because here, work feels joyful…We are women, doing what we do best: caring for people.”

That’s a beautiful philosophy with which to enter into Thanksgiving—and it goes for the men who’ll be cooking that day, too.

“I found purpose and light through my darkest days by doing something that I love. I love so very much. I make mom food because I’m a mom, and as a girl I learned from my father that good food could be a vessel, a way to say ‘I love you’ without words.”

One Reply to “FINDING FREEDOM AT THE LOST KITCHEN”

  1. I have read of The Lost Kitchen several times, but never the way you present Erin French, dear Heather’ Spiritual Path and then some!

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