Fleur-de-FewWords

Well, the end of April has caught me in a rare state – the plight of few words.

My last asparagus harvest has begun, with Purple Passion popping out of the wet soil. Forget the blue light special, the Araucanas must think Fleur-de-Lys Farm is having a Blue-Egg Special because they’re popping out the eggs right now. Chartreuse bouquets of skunk cabbage blanket the stream banks and goldfinches dart around the meadow after a long winter’s migration. When the rains came I plunged into YouTube, even signed up for a user name, just to hear my nephew Andre’s guitar solo, “Marie,” a piece inspired by my mother, his Nonna. If you’d like to treat yourself, google YouTube, type in Andre Harner in the Search box,  and click on “Marie” to put a song in your step.

I’ll be moving in with my mother (in State College) at the end of June, so amid the egg cartons and asparagus bunches, life is unsettled. They’re getting to know me at the State Store … loading up the Scion with empty boxes for moving. I went to a recent party where favors for all of the women were “WrinkleFree Brow Patch System” packets … at-home facelifts in a box … but they just made my brow furrows even deeper. Where is that yellow brick road?

It is paved with blessings: family, friendships, laughter, kind words. A stray named Jack,   a surprise pot of pansies, and sights set on May: Celso’s graduation from Kutztown University with his family visiting from Dracena, Brasil, Marina’s return from Vesalius College for a few weeks, and niece Alicia’s wedding (first of the Cousin Camp Crew to tie the marriage knot) in Connecticut. Even my baby Richard, now 19, will be dressed up, wearing a Jerry Garcia tie and his Nonno’s dinner jacket.

Laurie Lynch

Written in Slate: Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand – and melting like a snowflake.

 – Maie Beyon Ray

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“Tomatoes and oregano make it Italian; wine and tarragon make it French; sour cream makes it Russian; lemon and cinnamon make it Greek. Soy sauce makes it Chinese; garlic makes it good.”

That wonderful quote comes from Alice May Brock, the woman immortalized by Arlo Guthrie’s song “Alice’s Restaurant. Here’s my version:

Fedon, my maiden name, makes me Northern Italian; Wrobleski, my mother’s maiden name, makes me Polish. Lynch, my vowel-less and vow-less name, makes me Irish; and Fleur-de-Lys makes me French (in spirit).  And 13 varieties of garlic growing in our field make me … good and stinky!

(Yes, that’s me in the white garlic costume with my cheery tomato friend Audrey.  Some people will do anything to raise money for a worthy cause.)

Seriously now — well, sort of — the other day I got into a discussion with a bunch of Pennsylvania Dutch types and we started talking about … you guessed it … food.

One woman posed the question: “What are the most popular herbs and spices used by the Pennsylvania Dutch?”

The collated, tabulated, conglomerated, amalgamated, integrated, incorporated, and collaborated answer was:

1. Salt

2. Pepper

3. Butter

4. Lard

Ah yes, this is the land of Maxatawny (and our big-city neighbor Kutztown) where you can go to the Grange for a heaping helping of potato filling or to the coin-op laundry for a distant view of 80 grazing buffalo, a container of Buffalo BBQ, and a couple bales of straw to mulch your garden.

Food is always a topic in these parts where the mealtime motto is Eat Yourself Full! My friend Diane is contemplating retirement and began daydreaming of how she might combine two of her favorite cuisines into a second-career, niche restaurant with a Chinese/Pennsylvania Dutch menu:

Scrapple Fried Rice

Pork and Sauerkraut Szechuan-Style

Sweet and Sour Boovashankle

Bok Choy with Bacon Dressing

Moo Shu Tripe

Brain Lo Mein

Hunan Pig’s Stomach

Sweet and Sour Souse

Subgum Pot Pie

Curry Schnitz and Knepp

General Trexler’s Chicken (for Lehigh County residents)

Pickled Red Beets Pu Pu Platter

and finally, Moo Goo Chow Chow or Chow Chow Chow Mein.

And for dessert? Fastnaughts with Plum Sauce.


Then, there’s my friend Em whose mother is such a thrifty Dutchy that she can’t bear to toss the noodle water out when she boils noodles. “She says it is pouring nutrients down the drain.” Instead, Mom boils noodles in whatever the liquid is and prefers to not drain them. This includes, when she makes spaghetti, boiling the pasta in tomato sauce, watered down, of course!

Gee, I’m going to miss this local flavor! If you’d like to join in the fun, tell me about your favorite regional cooking story, via email or the blog comment section (which is still a mystery to me and others).  Laurie Lynch

At Fleur-de-Lys Farm Market this week: The Lenten roses are bowing their heads, the skunk cabbage is poking up through the muck, and Bleu the Great Blue Heron has come back to the Fleur-de-Lys meadow. Eggs and daffodil bunches in the shop!

Looking for a Good Home: Griffey, our retired Mennonite buggy horse and old graying Standardbred gelding, needs a good home. He would make a low-key companion to any pastured animal, has no vices, and is an easy keeper. Please give me a call at (610) 683-6418. 

Lost and Found: A pair of pink fuzzy leggings with a black waistband must have fallen out of a customer’s car. Size 2-Toddler.

Written on Slate: We get too soon old and too late smart. – Pennsylvania Dutch proverb