Fleur-de-Seasons

 

Back in February of 2005, I gave a talk at a Winter Women’s Weekend called Eating Through the Seasons: A Calendar of Culinary Adventures.
I had fun preparing and presenting it with my right-hand-woman, daughter Marina. The other day, we were helping each other de-clutter … although we were several time zones and thousands of miles apart. She was in her kot in Brussels, sorting through her wardrobe, trying to weed out T-shirts from middle school and blouses that were uncomfortably short-waisted. I was in our living room, clearing out our only downstairs closet, ridding it of old rolls of wallpaper, bags of bags and boxes of boxes, trying to create an oasis of storage in a century-old farmhouse.
So, in the midst of all of that, I stumbled across a sleeve of handouts from my 2005 talk. I have the extra copies of recipes in the shop … while they last. Laurie Lynch
January: Nanna’s Mayonnaise (from Aunt France) and Oven-Steamed Beets
February: Spicy Groundhogs (cookies) and Herbal Infusion
March: Maple-Vinegar Bliss (from my Mom’s kitchen) and Arugula Salad
April: Boiled Eggs and Egg Salad
May: Wrapped Asparagus and Asparagus and Lemon Dip
June: Gratin du Pay san and Spinach-Strawberry Salad
July: Strozzapreti and Clafouti (from the kitchen of Paula Kutz)
August: Grilled Polenta and Edamame
September: Green Bean Salad
October: Pesto and Rosemary Chicken
November: Pumpkin-Ginger Scones and Roasted Tomato Sauce
December: Chard Pie
At Fleur-de-Lys Farm Market this week: freshly dug potatoes: red, white and blue, Tiny Tims, and Yukon Gold. Also, German White and Music garlic loose for eating and bagged for planting, heirloom tomatoes of all shapes, sizes and colors, blackberries, Zephyr squash, lemon, Richmond apple, and Poona Kheera cucumbers, Picasso shallots, red, purple, and yellow sweet peppers, asparagus (yard-long) beans, purple, yellow and green beans, blackberries, and basil. Oh yes, eggs too.
Saturday Barn Sale: Tool chest for a pickup truck, truck wheels, whiskey barrel, dog crates, iron bed, books for children and adults, sporting equipment, parakeet condo, children’s table and chairs, canning equipment, baskets, games, Halloween costumes, must I go on? Just check it out anytime this week – official hours for the sale are Saturday from 8 a.m. to 2 p.m.
Calling All Cartons: If you have a stash of our egg cartons in your car or mudroom, please return them to Fleur-de-Lys Farm. We recycle our own egg cartons, and the pullets are laying!
Seeing Double, Sorta: Many of you know and love our farm manager, Nick the Cat. Well, this summer a stray showed up, an orange kitten. Nick was neutered way back when, but this definitely looks like his kittenhood self. We’ve been feeding it but the darn thing is so shy we can’t get near it. Lately it has made a friend: Nick. They’ve been romping through the bushes and wrestling on the ground, and the youngster even drinks  out of Nick’s favorite watering hole – the pig trough near the shop entrance. So cute!
Written in Slate: “What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance.” Jane Austen

Fleur-de-BLTs

 

I was in the kitchen the other day and happened to glance over my son Richard’s shoulder and discovered a masterpiece! A stained-glass-window BLT.

First, he toasted two slices of sprouted multi-grain bread. Then he smeared one slice with creamy mayonnaise. Next is where the artistry came in with our heirloom tomatoes: a slice of Violet Jasper, a slice of Egg Yolk, a slice of Tim’s Black Ruffles, and a slice of Green Zebra. I should have taken a photo. It was a mosaic of brilliant, shimmering colors. He topped the tomatoes with bacon, then Trout Back Romaine, finally adding the second slice of toast carefully. Then, he savored his carefully built sandwich. Richard’s visit was all too short but loooong on BLTs.
Picking tomatoes is among my least favorite garden chores.  Early in the season, there are never enough. And this year, Mother Nature played a trick on me. My favorite all-around heirloom tomato is a staple in French markets called St. Pierre. It’s a nice-sized, round, red, disease- and crack-free slicing tomato. This year, I’d see its red shoulders, reach into the tangle of green foliage, grab it … and come up empty-handed, or at least empty-tomatoed. It turns out we had a family of voles, AKA meadow mice. These varmints tunnel up under ripe tomatoes, gobble from the blossom end, suck out all the juice, seeds, and pulp, and leave only a red shell.
But even with the vole family, tomato scarcity turns to tomato surplus in a matter of days. And then, my arms are itching with tomato leaf fuzz that turns to streams of orange yuck as I wash with soap in the kitchen sink.
Now, with a few good rains, we have a mixture of perfect tomatoes and split rotting ones, so I’m on the double-bucket brigade. Good tomatoes carefully placed in the house bucket, others plopped into the chicken bucket. And boy, do the girls love those tomatoes!
Here is a short review of some of the heirlooms we’re harvesting right now (there is a second planting waiting in the wings).
Tim’s Black Ruffles: If tomatoes were dogs, this would be a Chinese Shar-Pei. This large, reddish, greenish, brownish tomato is pleated, tucked, and overlapped, just like the wrinkles on a Shar-Pei.  First year we’ve grown this but it’s a keeper!
White Wax: This creamy, pale yellow tomato came from the seed collection of William Woys Weaver’s Mennonite grandfather. WWW is a food historian, author, gardener and seed saver. The skin of White Wax glows like lit candle, hence, its name. First year we’ve grown a “white” tomato. Blemish-free and sweet.
Roughwood Golden Plum: A Roma-type tomato with an intense golden color that was developed by WWW through a cross between Yellow Brandywine and San Marzano. Named after his home in Devon, PA, Roughwood Golden Plum is meaty, has few seeds, and is reportedly drought resistant. First golden plum tomato we’ve ever grown.
Assilito Family Plum: A robust and flavor-filled local heirloom. My friend Teena gave me a single tomato last fall and I saved the seeds and raised this beauty to harvest.
Violet Jasper: The first Asian tomato I’ve grown, this Oriental jewel is the size of a banty egg (small) but larger than a cherry tomato. It is the color of weathered old brick with a hint of green iridescence.
Three heirlooms we’ve grown before and will continue to grow:
Egg Yolk: The size, shape, and color of, you guessed it, egg yolks. So prolific that I eventually give up picking them … And, just as in the hen house, sometimes you find a double egg yolk on the vine!
Green Zebra: Fresh, citrusy, not-too-sweet taste that always stops red-tomato people in their tracks.
Rose de Berne: We’ve grown this Swiss beauty, with its rosy hue, for years but it took on more significance this summer with our Miss in the Alps.
There’s always next year: Heirloom tomatoes recommended by tomato lovers and on my wish list for next year: Olpaka Plum Tomato (a Polish heirloom, just like my Mom), Black from Tula (a Russian heirloom with delicious, dark flesh), and Ananas Noire. This tomato is said to be a kaleidoscope of colors and flavors. The name is French and translates to “Black Pineapple”.  Ananas Noire was developed by Belgian horticulturist Pascal Moreau, so I must try it for my Flemish friend Ziggy.
There’s always last week: The Basil-Tomato Tart recipe and correction caught the eye of an old acquaintance, Elsbeth: “I had to laugh when I saw this … I’m reading it and sort of skipping around and then got to the recipe which started to sound very familiar. I gave it to Terese many years ago and my friend Jane, from Boston, gave it to me years before that … I love when things like this go around and show up at the most unexpected times!  I am sending your email on to Jane so she can see how well traveled her recipe is (and who knows where she got it?)  Brightened my day!”
Yes, sharing recipes is one of the joys of life. My nephew Wille, who will soon be starting his final year at Johnson & Wales in Providence, RI, spent the summer cooking in restaurants in Lima, Peru, to learn how to prepare seafood. Richard picked him up at La Guardia after his flight from Peru, and Wille whipped up this luncheon salad from our Fleur-de-Lys Farm display, a combination he recalled from working at the Yardley Inn.
Heirloom Tomato-Blackberry Salad
Bite-sized chunks of a variety of heirloom tomatoes, mix those colors!
Fresh blackberries
Fresh chopped basil
Balsamic vinegar
Gently toss tomatoes, blackberries and basil in a bowl, splash with balsamic vinegar, and serve.  Take care and enjoy the tomatoes of summer. Laurie Lynch
This week at Fleur-de-Lys Farm Market: elderberries, blackberries, heirloom tomatoes, potatoes, beans, summer squash, cucumbers, peppers, shallots, garlic for eating and planting, loofa sponges (and loofas growing on our fence), kale, and flowers – zinnias, cosmos, sunflowers, tassel flowers, salvia, snapdragons, African blue basil, and other gorgeous cottage flower bouquet delights.
Free Magazines! There is a basket of recent Bon Appetit and Saveur magazines in the shop, free for the taking. I also have bushels of old (1990s) Victoria magazines.
Barn Sale Bonanza: Saturday, Aug. 28, we will open our barns to bargain hunters from 8 a.m. to 2 p.m.  Boxes and boxes of books for children and adults, LARGE dog crates, sporting equipment, aquarium/terrarium, parakeet condo, children’s table and chairs, children’s rocker, canning equipment, iron bed, tool chest for pickup truck, and whatever else we can part with in the next several days.
Customer Appreciation Barn Sale Hours: If you’re visiting the shop anyway in the next 10 days, you can shop early. Just ask!
Craftsman Appreciation: A customer stopped by and was inspecting our squeaky screen shop door. “It’s supposed to squeak,” I explained. The fellow who hung it said a shop like ours should have a squeaky door. That carpenter was Tom Loch of Kutzown. He also built our bridge and restored the interior of half of our house after a fire years ago.
Enough Written on Slate Sayings for Sauce:
“Sonny, true love is the greatest thing, in the world – except for a nice MLT – mutton, lettuce and tomato sandwich, where the mutton is lean and the tomato is ripe.” – William Goldman
About Audiences: “They were really tough – they used to tie their tomatoes on the end of a yo-yo, so they could hit you twice.” – Bob Hope
“You know, when you get your first asparagus, or your first acorn squash, or your first really good tomato of the season, these are the moments that define a cook’s year.” – Mario Batali
“The federal government has sponsored research that has produced a tomato that is perfect in every respect, except you can’t eat it. We should make every effort to make sure the disease, often referred to as ‘progress’ doesn’t spread.” – Andy Rooney
“It’s difficult to think anything but pleasant thoughts while eating a home-grown tomato.” – Lewis Grizzard

Fleur-de-BasilBaby

On Saturday, the Fleur-de-Lys Farm Market chalkboard message was “Basil Baby 20”.
It was Marina’s 20th birthday, so when I awoke, I did the same thing I did on the morning of Aug. 7, 1990: went into the garden to pick basil. And basil I picked! No wonder basil pesto is her favorite meal.
But I couldn’t make Marina pesto for her birthday this year … she’s having what she calls her “Carmen Sandiego Summer”. From her home base in Brussels she has visited Rome, Stockholm, southern France, and finally, Switzerland. For her 20th birthday, she was at a resort in Gstaad-Saanen, working as an au pair for a family on holiday. With a backdrop of the Bernese Alps, she is experiencing the trials of toilet training, refereeing (in two languages) mealtimes with three rambunctious youngsters under 10, and collapsing in bed, exhausted, with sleepy requests for “Little Star” – the youngsters’ code for a few more rounds of  “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.”
We set a Skype date since she had the afternoon off.  Richard was home so we started the festivities. When Marina zoomed in on Skype, we were ready, singing “Happy Birthday” with two slices of cake with candles burning bright. We told her to blow out the candles and make a wish, and we helped out on this side of the windy Atlantic. And yes, there were a few tears.
Richard thought it was pretty cool that he got to eat Marina’s birthday cake and she could only enjoy it vicariously. But then Marina’s room service meal arrived: pesto gnocchi, venison with elderberry sauce, polenta, and vegetables, and we had the virtual feast. So, despite the miles and time zones, our baby girl turned 20 with basil, family, and friends via the Internet. May your wishes come true, Laurie Lynch
More on Pesto: Marie wrote that she is growing basil for the first time and appreciated last week’s pesto recipe. But, she wondered if she had to buy a salad spinner to clean the basil.
My Answer to Marie:  No, you don’t need to use a salad spinner — I only use it if I prep the basil one day and make pesto the next. Usually, I just gather it in the garden, pick off the leaves and process them. If you pick just after the dew dries, why wash again? If you insist on washing your basil, just make sure you pat the leaves dry with a towel. Another suggestion is to snip off longer stems of basil plants and place them in water, just like a bouquet, and keep them on the kitchen counter (not in the refrigerator). That way, you can enjoy the basil for a few days before making pesto!
Basil-Loving Godmother: Last week Marina’s godmother Terese had Richard and I over for lunch and a swim with her three youngsters. Always the perfect hostess, Terese made this tomato pie that you all must try! We’ve got Assilito Family and Roughwood Golden plum tomatoes that would be perfect for this recipe, as well as fresh garlic and basil.
Basil-Tomato Tart
One rollout piecrust from Pillsbury
1½ cups shredded mozzarella cheese (6 oz.)
4-5 plum tomatoes
1 cup loosely packed basil leaves
2-4 cloves garlic
½ cup mayonnaise
¼ cup grated Parmesan cheese
Freshly ground pepper
Bake pie shell. Remove from oven and sprinkle with ½ cup mozzarella cheese. Cool on wire rack. Cut tomatoes into wedges and drain on paper towels. Arrange wedges on melted cheese in baked pie shell.
In food processor, combine garlic and basil, and chop. Sprinkle over tomatoes. In medium bowl, combine mayonnaise, remaining mozzarella, Parmesan, and pepper. Spoon cheese mixture over basil mixture, spreading to cover top. Bake at 375° for 35-40 minutes until golden and bubbling. As an appetizer, serves 8; full meal, serves 4.
Detour Done: The Eagle Point steel-grate bridge was painted bright green and is open to traffic.
Peeps to Pullets to Laying Hens: Richard and cousin Liam helped me round up the pullets so we could move them in with the laying hens. The former Easter peeps will start laying any day now. The black Crevcoeurs with their black-feathered “hairdos” appear to be stylish, French glamour queens … but the young men say they’re really lightening-fast roadrunners. Beep beep.
Written on Slate: Bisou magic! French for “magic kisses” and pronounced bee-zoo maj-eek, rhyming with “sheik”. When Marina’s charge accidentally stepped on her toe, the youngster bent down and kissed Marina’s toe, saying, “Bisou magic!”

Fleur-de-Lessons

There’s something going on in our neck of the woods. My guess is that the local foods movement has reaped a fascination with cooking for the 20-something generation.

First came a request from my nephew Andre: Next time you come to State College, can you teach me how to make jam?
It was one of those 90+-degree weekends and no AC in the kitchen, but we persevered for the sake of the preserves! Andre mashed and stirred and ladled and canned his way to a half dozen or more beautiful jars of blueberry jam on that muggy Saturday night. I’m sure more than a few beads of our perspiration flavored the batch.
And now, it’s elderberry season. We have a bumper crop and our wooden ladder stands ready, leaning on the hammock tree, for me to climb to the upper berry clusters that flip and droop when heavy with black, ripe fruit. Plenty for the birds, our customers, and us. We’ve gotten calls from as far away as Lancaster from people in search of the berries because so many wild elderberry bushes are being hacked down or sprayed with pesticides to eliminate the “weeds”.  One person’s weed is another’s treasure. A few days ago I was filling baskets of elderberries to the sounds and smells of a merry weed-whacker ridding his stream bank of anything taller than 2 inches.
Next on the cooking lesson hotline was a call from my son, Richard. He is living in State College with my mother and he was making dinner. He wanted to double-check the directions and yield for couscous.
I patiently waited until the next day to ask if the meal was successful.
“Nonna kept asking, ‘What do you call this rice?’” Richard told me. “But she ate it.”
Nonna didn’t need to know that couscous isn’t rice, but granules made by rolling and shaping moistened semolina wheat (or, depending on the country, barley, pearl millet or corn). I can’t type Arabic, but the Arabic name for this dish, traditionally served under a meat or vegetable stew, is pronounced “kuskus”, meaning well rolled or well formed, which is how we get the name “couscous”.
So, my son, who honed his tact and coping skills as a Rotary Exchange Student in Brasil, is polishing those traits as he lives with his 81-year-old grandmother. “It’s not rice, Nonna. It’s called ‘couscous’.  It is so good they named it twice – cous cous.”
Three is a charm, and my third cooking lesson request came from Destiny, the young woman who wrote about Fleur-de-Lys Farm Market for a Kutztown University writing project.
She emailed to see if I would share my recipe for pesto or show her how to make it. With 20 years or so of pesto-making under my apron, I don’t follow an actual recipe … so I had to make it first to measure how much basil fills the salad spinner, find the actual measurement of a good handful of walnuts, and figure out how much olive oil makes the sauce moist but not runny. Then, I made a date with Destiny.
I asked Destiny if she had a food processor.  “No.”  So, my first advice for the bride-to-be was to list a Cuisinart on her bridal registry. Then, we went through the following steps.
1. Place 4 or more cloves of fresh garlic and a cup of walnuts in the Cuisinart fitted with a metal blade and pulse a few times.
2. Add four cups of washed and spun-dried, fresh basil leaves. Pulse until leaves are chopped. Sprinkle with salt and pepper to taste.
3. Process the mixture while slowly pouring in 2/3-cup olive oil. Scrape bowl, pulse again, and then fill about four 1-cup containers with the pesto and freeze.
4. To prepare, thaw pesto. Mix with one pound of cooked pasta. Toss in one cup of freshly grated Parmesan or Romano cheese, and a sprinkling of pine nuts, if you’d like. Serve hot and yummy.
Destiny, who is planning a June 2011 wedding, left with a batch of fresh pesto, the recipe, and a Written on Slate engagement memento:
Love, be true to her.
Life, be dear to her.
Health, stay close to her.
Joy, draw near to her.
Fortune, find what you can do for her,
Search your treasure-house through for her,
Follow her footsteps the wide world over,
And keep her husband always her lover!
 — Old English Toast to a Bride
This week at Fleur-de-Lys Farm Market: Taxi, Violet Jasper, Egg Yolk, and Tim’s Black Ruffle tomatoes, chartreuse Armenian cucumbers with long, wrinkly ribs, tromboncino squash, elderberries, blackberries, kale, chard, German White garlic, Picasso shallots, purple and red sweet peppers, red, white, and blue potatoes, eggs, honey, and our Veggie Sampler boxes (a selection of cucumbers, squash, and peppers).
… And, a Saturday Barn Sale: The Queen of Yard Sales snapped me and our outbuildings into shape last weekend and we’ve organized boxes and bins of assorted paraphernalia for your recycling pleasure. A bounty of baskets, boxes of Victoria magazines, tons of children’s books, sports gear for youngsters (cross-country skiis, baseballs and bats, rollerblades, skateboards, boogie boards, bicycles, etc.), games, gobbledygook, craft and canning supplies, and even an old-fashion iron bed.  One woman’s clutter and memories can be your treasure!  Laurie Lynch