When we first moved into the home we’d built in Spencertown 16 years ago, we certainly weren’t coming up here for the food. Having reviewed restaurants in New York City for nearly three decades, I was undeniably and unrepentantly spoiled. I mean, The Martindale Diner was fine for a burger but, except for the occasional visit to the warm and welcoming Old Mill in Egremont, I wasn’t finding a lot of eateries worth swooning over. It was puzzling. But having just designed and installed a dream kitchen in the new house, this former caterer was happy to shlep down to…
