Fleur-de-Bobotie

It’s the age-old question—which came first, the chicken or the egg? In this case, I asked Koen which came first, the jar of mango chutney he bought at Tait Farm or the idea to make Bobotie for dinner.

Most definitely the chutney, he said. It brought back memories and tastes of South Africa.

The mystery dish was new to me. Marina and Koen said the name once or twice, but until I see a word written down, it often doesn’t register. That afternoon, I helped Koen assemble what he needed to do the cooking.Nestlings Flew

We had many of the ingredients in the kitchen: turmeric, garlic, golden raisins, almonds, onions, eggs, milk.

We put a shopping list together for the missing ones: dried apricots, Granny Smith apple, lemon, white bread, and bay leaves. (Marina and I reminisced about Aunt Leslie bringing us bags of bay leaves she harvested from the shrub at her Virginia Beach home.)

We stopped by the Boalsburg farmers market for a pound of locally raised ground beef and a pound of chopped veal.

After the ingredients were secured, I sat down on the deck with a gin and tonic, and relaxed on my staycation. Koen was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. My mom and Marina took care of the table setting and later, the dishes. I could get used to this!

I’ve only been to Africa through books—“The Poisonwood Bible” (novel about the Belgian Congo), “The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency” (a who-done-it series that takes place in Botswana) and “Land of a Thousand Hills” (memoir of Rwanda). Koen has traveled to South Africa, Namibia, and Botswana. He didn’t actually eat Bobotie until he returned to Belgium but he likes the casserole and added it to his cooking repertoire.

Bobotie is the national dish of South Africa. The melding of meats, fruits, and spices from Eastern and Western cuisine came about when the Dutch West Indies Company set up an outpost at the Cape of Good Hope for its trade. Boats loaded with spices from Indonesia stopped in South Africa on their way to Holland. The Dutch and Malaysian settlers living in Cape Town mixed local goods with imported spices, thus creating Bobotie. According to several sources, the casserole can be pronounced bo-bo-tee, bo-boo-tie, or ba-boor-tee, and is served with yellow rice (white rice with turmeric) and blatjang (pronounced blud-young), an apricot and chili pepper chutney.

Tait Farm in nearby Boalsburg “celebrates local gifts from the land” and has a variety of chutneys, from Koen’s choice, mango, to apple, cranberry, rhubarb, ginger-peach, and tomato. Although Koen and I live on different continents, we share an attitude and appreciation for food and travel. There’s a saying in South Africa, “local is lekker”. In Dutch, the word lekker means delicious. No matter where you live, local foods paired with international recipes provide a delicious menu for cultural exchange. Laurie Lynch

Bobotie

While Koen was visiting he used a recipe found on Epicurious, added a few random spices from my mom’s spice rack, such as cumin, and whatever else caught his fancy. This is a dish you can tailor to your taste as well as the supplies in your pantry.

Casserole

2 lbs. minced lamb or beef, sautéed lightly until the pink is gone

Butter, vegetable oil

2 onions, chopped

1 clove garlic, crushed

1 T curry powder

1 tsp. turmeric

2 slices of bread, crumbled

¼ c. milk

Grated rind and juice of half lemon

1 egg

Salt & Pepper

3 oz. dried apricots, chopped

1 Granny Smith apple, peeled, cored & chopped

¼ c. golden raisins

1 ½ oz. slivered almonds, roasted in dry frying pan

6 lemon, orange, or bay leaves

Custard Topping

1 c. milk

2 eggs

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Butter a large casserole. Heat butter and oil in saucepan and fry onions and garlic until translucent. Stir in curry, turmeric, and other spices, cooking quickly until fragrant. Remove from heat.

Combine the onion and spice mixture with meat in a large bowl. Add bread, milk, lemon rind and juice, egg, salt, pepper, apricots, apple, raisins and almonds, and mix well. Pile into casserole and smooth top. Roll up the leaves and bury them at regular intervals. Seal with foil and bake 1 ¼ hours.

Increase oven temperature to 400 degrees. Remove foil, mix custard topping and pour over casserole. Bake, uncovered, for 15 minutes until cooked and lightly browned. Serve with yellow rice and chutney.

Botanical Treasure Hunt: Several years ago, when I was visiting Belgium in early summer, I noticed gin and tonics (my summer drink) were getting fancy. Cucumber slices or sprigs of rosemary look the place of lime wedges. Not only did you select a brand of gin at the bar, you selected a type of tonic. I thought tonic was tonic. In Belgium, I was introduced to Fever-Tree tonic.

A few weeks ago, Koen, my mom, and I had a few errands to run while Marina did some computer work. We got our bottles of gin (Tangueray and Hendrick’s) and were looking for tonic. I’ve always gone with Schweppes, but since Koen and Marina were visiting, I thought I’d make it special. I asked a friend if she was familiar with Fever-Tree. She said I’d be able to find it at Wegmans. Wegmans is on the other side of town but I figured this was worth the trip.  When we got there, the Fever-Tree shelf was empty.  We tried Giant. Success—but very expensive. A few days later, while shopping at Weis, my go-to supermarket, I looked for Fever-Tree and found the best selection of all: Indian, Premium Indian, Mediterranean, and even Elderflower tonic water.

All of the driving and scouting out Fever-Tree got me thinking. “Fever-Tree. Quinine. Malaria. Fever.”

I was on a quest. The botanical name for fever tree is Cinchona officianalis, a native of the Andes Mountains of South America. It is the national tree of both Peru and Ecuador, and the evergreen belongs to the same family as coffee, Rubiaceae. “Peruvian bark” was used by the native Quechua to treat hypothermia and fever. By the 1630s, Jesuit missionaries followed suit and began using the powdered bark of Cinchona to treat malaria, introducing it to other Spanish colonies. The English and Dutch picked up on this medicinal herb and smuggled it into Asia and Africa. As the centuries zipped by, Charles Rolls and Tim Warrillow researched quinine sources in an attempt to come up with the best mixer for gin. In 2005, Rolls and Warrillow introduced Fever-Tree Indian Tonic Water to the world.

Not Written on Slate, But Should Be: “If ¾ of your gin and tonic is tonic, make sure you use the best.” – Tim Warrillow

Baa-Baa-BAAAD! The other morning I awoke to some loud baa-ing. I knew something was up. Gary and Freckles were trapped in my asparagus patch, tromping around, and pulled down the wire fence where my snow peas/sugar snaps were climbing. Gruff, black sheep of the bunch, was standing in the barn—either innocent or crafty enough to escape the scene of the crime.

Fleur-de-Staycation

You never know who is going to pop up in Centre County. Take, for example, the face I spotted at the single stoplight in Lemont…

Sean in Lemont Yew Bushes

Sean in the shrubs

Yes, that appears to be Sean Spicer in the yews.

For Memorial Day week, I took a staycation to be at home with Marina and her partner Koen, visiting from Ghent, Belgium.

We celebrated Memorial Day in Boalsburg (Birthplace of Memorial Day) with Marina’s State College cousins and several days later went to a great aunt’s memorial service with other cousins. We dined with friends at a new farm-to-table restaurant in Amish country (Revival Kitchen) and drove from store to store to store to farmers market to gather beer, handmade pasta, wine, charcoal, and cheese for our home-based meals. Marina and Koen are used to city living, where they have a weekly co-op farm share, and walk or bike to pick up other supplies. And, they don’t use all of those ridiculous plastic bags (I must get better at bringing my own tote.)

We talked together, drove together, cooked together, and laughed together. During their stay, with the asparagus patch producing non-stop, we had asparagus soup, roasted asparagus, raw asparagus, grilled asparagus, blanched asparagus, asparagus salad, and asparagus pasta. Koen definitely got his fill of green and purple Pennsylvania-grown asparagus. White asparagus, grown under black plastic and soil to block the sunlight, is the tradition in Belgium.

Memorial Day

Nick, Marina, Andre, Nonna, Leon & Koen

I introduced Koen to my friend John Deere as he helped with yard chores. Marina, Koen and I hiked through Shingletown Gap and made a quick trip to the Lehigh Valley where we celebrated with Marina’s godparents. Their son graduated from high school and is shipping off to the Naval Academy. We made a short stop at the old Fleur-de-Lys shop for a box of Marina’s Harry Potter books and high school mementos.

On my way out of town, I saw my buddy Rich at the Kutztown Turkey Hill as I topped my gas tank for the ride home. Rich told me his 17-year-old daughter is graduating from high school and is raising four hens. He still has the photo of her when they rented Easter Peeps from our farm. I filled up my travel coffee mug with hazelnut coffee and lots of half and half. As I pulled out my wallet to pay for the coffee, Rich shooed me off and said, “Get outta here,” making me feel as if I belonged, once again. Laurie Lynch

M&T

M & Terese

 

 

Sweet Tooth: I got my first chocolate mint plant from our Lehigh-Northampton Master Gardener plant exchange (thanks, Steve K. of Coopersburg) a good dozen or more years ago. Last winter I made the mistake of putting it in the garage with a lemon verbena and forgot to water them. So, at the Centre Furnace Mansion plant sale last month, my sister and I each picked up a plant. Fran (of Fleur-de-Unicorn fame) was working the checkout line and promised to share a Chocolate Mint Biscotti recipe. Meanwhile, the mint in the garage somehow survived, which goes to show you can’t kill mint. Now I’ll have plenty of chocolate mint to try this recipe:

Chocolate Mint Biscotti

1 cup sugar

1/4 cup packed whole mint leaves, use chocolate mint leaves if available

2 eggs

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

2 cups all-purpose flour

1 teaspoon baking powder

1/2 teaspoon salt

3/4 cup semisweet chocolate chips (mini chips preferred)

  1. Preheat oven to 350°
  2. Grind sugar and mint leaves in a food processor for 30 seconds (pulse perhaps).  Transfer to a medium bowl and whisk in eggs and vanilla until well blended.  In another bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder and salt.  Fold this with chocolate chips into the egg mixture until incorporated.  Dough will be sticky.
  3. Divide dough in half.  Wet your hands with water and shake them off, but don’t dry them.  On parchment paper-lined baking sheet, press each half into a log that measures about 11 inches long by 2 inches wide.  Press down on each log until 1/2 inch high.  Leave about 2 inches between logs.
  4. Bake for 30-35 minutes until golden brown.  Remove from oven and lower temperature to 325°.
  5. Cool pan on wire rack for a few minutes and transfer logs to a cutting board and cut crosswise with a serrated knife into about ¾-inch slices.  Put slices standing up on the parchment-lined baking sheet spaced slightly apart.  Bake 15 minutes more until crisp.  (Maybe be less time too.)  Transfer to racks to cool.

Happy eating and gardening.