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If lettuce can be breathtaking, then this lettuce is breathtaking. Gazing over the rolling expanse of colors and meticulous order in The Chef’s Garden’s lettuce fields is a wonder to behold.

It’s like that moment in The Wizard of Oz when Dorothy and Toto leave the black-and-white world of Kansas and step into the Technicolor dazzle of the Emerald City.

And, like the Emerald City, if you want to see the handiwork of grower Jose Gomez and his team, you have to know where to find it.

Follow Follow Follow Follow

There’s no yellow brick road or Scarecrow, and it’s not somewhere over the rainbow. Just go down the road apiece and follow a lane through the cornfield, past the beans on the left and the squash on the right. Wave to the guy on the tractor, then go over the little bridge that crosses a shallow gully gently carving its way through the tree line, and you’re definitely not in Kansas anymore.

A masterpiece of patchwork precision gobsmacks you − perfectly straight rows − some parallel, some perpendicular − each one frilled with impossibly perfect little lettuces set an exact equal distance from one another in glossy hues of dark redlight redpurplelight greenspeckled green, and, of course, emerald.

Off to See the Wizard

The artist behind the immaculate landscape is Jose Gomez, a slightly built, soft-spoken, deeply tanned young man with an easy-going spirit and a ready grin. (He is also a Cleveland Indians fan and is wearing the t-shirt to prove it.) After a long, cold drink from the water cooler on his truck’s tailgate, Gomez surveys his surroundings with satisfaction.

“The lettuce is really nice right now,” he says. Understatement.

We Welcome You to Munchkin Land

The Chef’s Garden’s first tiny lettuce plants of the season were planted at the end of March, an early spring chill still in the air. The plants looked fragile, vulnerable, small, uncertain, and alone − like little children just dropped off at summer camp.

Also, like children, lettuce grows fast.

With summer well underway, the crop is thriving − full, robust, and strong. But you can’t keep them little forever. That’s why Gomez plants in waves, seeding seven beds per week, so there is always plenty of petite, ultra, and baby lettuce to supply farm-fresh lettuce in the specific sizes to meet chefs’ demands.

Clip Clip Here, Clip Clip There, and a Couple of Tra-la-las

In the distance are four figures. Not a lion, a tin man, a scarecrow, or a little girl in braids, but men named Armando, Jose, Marco, and Victor. They are crouched low, backed by a soundtrack of mariachi music, combing over the soil to extract even the smallest signs of little green interlopers.

The men might as well be hand-polishing each individual lettuce leaf; the plants are so glossy and vibrant.

That Way is a Very Nice Way. It’s Pleasant Down That Way, Too.

For most people, walking across the lettuce rows requires a conscious, tippy-toe kind of two-step to avoid walking on the plants. But Gomez never looks down as he strides from red Romaine to painted oak to green rosettes (lovely enough for a corsage, by the way), causing no damage at all.

If he could grow any crop, Gomez said he’d still choose lettuce.

“I like my crop because you have it all the time,” he says. “In the winter, it’s in the greenhouse. In the summer, it’s in the field.”

Gomez said his personal favorite lettuce is green Romaine for its crisp crunch.
“It’s not too soft,” he says.

Greenhouse lettuce is perfectly fine, but for Gomez, field lettuce is where it’s really at.

“Everybody likes summer lettuce,” he says. “It has more body, more texture. The color is darker.”

All of which translates into the remarkable flavor of our farm-fresh lettuce.

No Place Like Home

The Land of OZ was an imaginary dreamscape controlled by a seemingly benevolent wizard who wasn’t real.
The Chef’s Garden’s lettuce fields look like a dreamscape, too, but they’re not imaginary, and they are tended by a kind, intelligent, diligent farmer who, along with his four compatriots, works magic on the land.

You could say he is a whiz of a wiz if ever a wiz there was.

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