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Schav and Blintzes

May 20th, 2010
Ten Apple Farm Schav garnished with baby radish and chive flower

Ten Apple Farm Schav garnished with baby radish and chive flower

We didn’t have quite enough sorrel to make a classic schav borscht, so I improvised with what we had at hand: radish greens! Though they’re a little spiny when raw, the leaves are tender and flavorful when cooked. The soup was surprisingly good, and was a great use for greens that would otherwise have gone to the goats!

Ten Apple Farm Schav

Serves 6
2 cups loosely packed sorrel leaves
2 cups loosely packed radish greens
1/2 cup coarsely chopped chives
1 large potato, peeled and cut into cubes
6 cups water
2 teaspoons kosher salt
1/3 cup freshly squeezed lemon juice (or more to taste)
2 egg yolks
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sour cream
chopped chives, chive flowers, and radishes
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In cold water, thoroughly rinse sorrel and radish greens (both can be gritty, so use at least 3 changes of water). Coarsely chop the leaves. In a small soup pot or large saucepan, combine sorrel, radish greens, chives, and potatoes. Add water and salt. Cover the pot and bring to a boil over high heat, then reduce heat to medium-low so that the soup stays at a simmer. When potatoes are tender, after about 30 minutes, remove the soup from heat. Working in small batches (1 cup at a time), purée the soup in a blender or food processor. Return the puréed soup to the pot and stir in lemon juice. In a separate small bowl, lightly beat the egg yolks. Slowly whisk in 1 cup of the hot soup, then add the egg mixture to the main pot, stirring continually. Cook over low heat for 5 minutes, continuing to stir. Serve hot or cold, topped with a dollop of sour cream and chives, chive flowers, or tiny radishes for garnish.

I came up with this blintz recipe a couple of years ago for the Shavuot issue of (the now defunct) Jewish Living magazine. Since then, it’s become a farm favorite. The tang of lemon rind and chévre is mellowed a little by the cream cheese in the filling, and the addition of lemon juice to the wrapper brightens up all the flavors. Later in the season, we replace the rhubarb with strawberry, blueberry, or even just a drizzle of honey.

Blintzes with Chévre

Makes approximately 10 blintzes
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Blintz wrappers:
1 cup all purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking powder
2 tablespoons confectioners’ sugar
2 eggs
1 cup milk
1/4 teaspoon vanilla
1/2 teaspoon freshly squeezed lemon juice
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Filling:
8 ounces fresh goat cheese (chevre)
4 ounces cream cheese, softened
1 egg yolk
1 teaspoon lemon rind
2 tablespoons local honey
1/4 cup unsalted butter, for frying
Sour cream and rhubarb sauce for serving
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To make the blintz wrappers: Over a large bowl, sift together the flour, salt, baking powder and confectioners’ sugar. In a smaller bowl, lightly beat the eggs, gradually adding the milk, vanilla and grated lemon rind. Make an indentation in the dry ingredients, pour in the liquid, and using a wooden spoon, combine quickly, stirring until smooth. Heat a skillet or griddle and lightly grease with butter or oil. Ladle a small amount of batter onto the hot surface and cook until golden. Using a spatula, flip it over and cook until the other side is just golden. Remove to a plate and set aside.
To make the filling: Using an electric mixer on medium speed, beat together all ingredients until smooth.
Preheat oven to 350.
Spoon a tablespoon of filling into the center of each blintz wrapper, roll the edges from each side, and tuck the ends underneath. Heat 2 tablespoons of butter in a skillet and fry each blintz until slightly browned. Generously butter a baking dish, and arrange fried blintzes in the dish. Dot the tops of the blintzes with the remaining butter, and bake for 5-10 minutes, until butter melts and blintzes are fragrant.

Rhubarb Sauce

2 cups rhubarb, strings removed and cut into 1/2 inch pieces (approximately 6 stalks)
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup water
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In a small saucepan, combine all rhubarb, sugar and water. Cook over low heat until rhubarb is tender, about 10 minutes. If it’s heating unevenly, give the pan a gentle shake. Try not to stir, or the stalks will become mushy. Spoon sauce warm over blintzes.
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Ten Apple Farm goat cheese blintzes with sour cream and rhubarb sauce

Ten Apple Farm goat cheese blintzes with sour cream and rhubarb sauce

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Shavuot on the Farm

May 19th, 2010
Sorrel is one of the foods traditionally eaten at Shavuot.
Sorrel is one of the foods traditionally eaten at Shavuot.

Last night marked the beginning of the two day festival of Shavuot. Like so many Jewish holidays, Shavuot combines Biblical injunction with agricultural celebration: it is both the commemoration of the Revelation at Sinai, during which the Torah was given to the Jewish people, and it is the Festival of the First Fruits, during which the blessings of the first harvest of spring are celebrated. Traditionally, it is a time to rejoice in the many gifts of God–towards our spiritual and our physical sustenance. Homes and synagogues are decorated with branches and flowers; devout Jews stay up all night studying Torah; we eat foods made with milk and honey, both because of the abundance of dairy at this time of year, and because of a passage in the Song of Song: “Knowledge of the Torah is like milk and honey under the tongue.”

On our farm, the house is bedecked with fragrant lilacs and green branches we’ve cleared from the woods. Tonight, we’re making chévre blintzes drizzled with rhubarb sauce for a sweet supper (we’ll post photos and recipes tomorrow!). We’ve just planted sorrel in the garden, and if it looks leafy enough, we’ll harvest some to make schav borscht, a sour, vivid green soup enriched with eggs and sour cream and eaten cold. In our delight at every new leaf that emerges from our soil, we remember that we are blessed.

While looking for Shavuot craft ideas for our girls, I stumbled upon this passage, from Israel Kasovich’s out-of-print 1929 memoir, The Days of Our Years: Personal and General Reminiscence (1859-1929). His words inspire us at the holiday, connecting our homestead to millennia of Jewish farmers who’ve come before us. With them, Karl and I are proud to have our heads in the Torah and our hands in the earth.

Our first holiday on the farm was Shavuot. All around us was a sea of verdure and everything was in bloom. I told my children that this holiday commemorates the giving of the Torah to the children of Israel at Sinai–a Torah which teaches us to live in fair and brotherly terms with our fellowmen; and who could do this so well as the farmer with his unique mode of life? I described to them how our ancestors, the Jewish farmers of Palestine, used to go to Jerusalem for Shavuot, bearing the fairest fruits as offerings to the Temple; how the hills of Judea would resound with the sweet Hebrew songs of the brave, proud Jewish farmers; and how the priests and leading men of Jerusalem would come out to meet their brothers, whose labor fed the whole nation, and escort them with great pomp to the Temple. And I related to them how, when I was a little boy and went on the eve of Shavuot to other men’s fields to pluck some blades of grass and twigs with which to decorate our house for the holiday, gentile peasant boys threw stones and set their dogs at me. And now we were living in a free country among our own green fields and woods, and I was proud to hold our Torah in one hand and a plow in the other.

-Israel Kasovich

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The “Ginge-agogue,” Deconstructed

February 8th, 2010
Like the Romans of old, the chickens surround and begin to dismantle our holiday "ginge-agogue"
Like the Romans of old, the chickens surround and begin to dismantle our holiday “ginge-agogue”

The end of the holiday season is generally marked sometime in early January with the dismantling of the last decoration and the curbside deposit of the Christmas tree. The last remnant of our holidays was the gingerbread synagogue, or “ginge-agogue”, that Margaret and the girls had made in December (see it here in all its original splendor). It’s been hanging around because we couldn’t bear to get rid of it, but the “ginge-agogue” was beginning to look a little pecked, as a few pieces of candy seemed to disappear daily from the creation. So, in an act of housecleaning as well as an attempt to save Charlotte’s teeth, we decided to give the house and what remained of its sugary trim over to the chickens. We’ve been calling it the destruction of the temple. Sacrilegious? Perhaps, but would the compost pile be any less? The chickens did seem to enjoy their part in the historical re-enactment.

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The Most Famous Jewish Farmer in Los Angeles

December 17th, 2009
Bea is the cover girl for the December issue of the Jewish Journal
Bea is the cover girl for the December issue of the Jewish Journal

Margaret’s essay about making potato latkes with our home grown potatoes is the cover story for last week’s Jewish Journal – the Jewish newspaper of Greater Los Angeles. I sent them a selection of images to go with the piece, but we just didn’t have a really great picture of girls in the garden with potatoes, which is kind of what they wanted for the cover. Fortunately, the morning of the paper’s deadline, we got a beautiful sunny December morning–with no snow! Before I headed off to work, I got the girls dressed in their farmiest outfits, grabbed a couple buckets of potatoes from the root cellar (a.k.a. basement), and set out to try to make a great cover photo. Charlotte quickly grew bored with the endeavor, but Bea was a champ. Here are some of the shots that didn’t make it into the magazine:

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Happy Joyous Hanukkah!

December 11th, 2009
gingeragogue
Our gingerbread synagogue — a ginge-agogue?

Wishing everyone light and love this holiday season!

The Ten Apple Gang

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Sukkot on the farm

October 4th, 2009
Margaret, Charlotte and Bea gather in the sukkah on the first night of Sukkot.

Margaret, Charlotte and Bea gather in the sukkah on the first night of Sukkot.

This essay was originally published in the October/November 2009 issue of The Voice, the newspaper of the Jewish Community Alliance of Southern Maine:

Until my husband Karl and I began Ten Apple Farm, our small homestead in southern Maine, I don’t think we truly understood the agricultural nature of Judaism. On an intellectual level we knew that Sukkot was a festival that celebrated the year’s final harvest, just as, in the spring, Shavuot has its origins in the joy of the season’s first fruits. But in our actual practice of Judaism, these holidays were distanced from their roots.

Before leaving our urban lives for something earthier and more sustainable, we lived in Brooklyn. There, celebrating Sukkot meant buying bundled cornstalks at the corner bodega, propping them on a crude frame over our patio furniture, and inviting friends over for a meal that included stuffed vegetables that, according to several of our kosher cookbooks, signified the harvest bounty. If we remembered in time, we might find a lulav to shake and an etrog to sniff, but with the haze of city lights, we certainly couldn’t see stars through the roof. Read more…

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