Sunday Dinners

The Land of Milk and Honey

By • May 23, 2012 • 16 Comments

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This is the ninth installment of Sunday Dinners, a biweekly column from our own Tom Hirschfeld featuring his gorgeous photography, stunning Indiana farm, and mouthwatering family meals.

Today: Tom gets into a tight spot with some bees -- but makes the most of his situation with a honey granola tart.

"Crazy-drive, Dad, crazy-drive," both girls yell in unison from the back seat of the car.

So in the soft yellow light of a warm spring morning, I do. I weave the car back and forth, fishtailing and tossing gravel from the drive into the tall prairie grass all the way up to the bus stop. If it wasn't so fun, it would be an offense to the quiet of first light.

In the back seat they crash and fall into each other, laughing.

It has become a ritual of the long gravel drive. There is not a time when we set out to go somewhere but that Vivian or Lynnie yells this out as we leave. We do it to get to the bus stop, to go check the mailbox, or on our way to the grocery.

I don't always oblige. I like the element of surprise, and sometimes I answer their calls of wild abandon with excuses about how "the car can't take it" or "we have groceries in the back."

The routine is that Vivian goes to the bus stop, after which (and only on Tuesdays and Thursdays), Lynnie is dropped off at preschool. On preschool days, after Vivian gets out of the car and onto the bus, it has also become habit for Lynnie to tell me she has to go to the bathroom. She wants an extra bit of crazy driving all to herself. Inevitably, we head back up the drive on a bathroom run.

It is on one of these bathroom trips that I see the black ball.

Plain as the day is long, there on the same apple tree as two years ago sits a swarm of bees.

"Not today," is what I think to myself. I have too much other work to do. But then I know without a doubt that this swarm of honey bees is the royal party to my best queen, ever. I can't let her be whisked off to some tree in a woods far, far away.

Bees, for those who don't know, swarm in the spring. Usually around Mother's Day. A swarm is how a hive propagates -- to me it is a sign of hive health but to others it is a catastrophe.

When a hive becomes overpopulated, the worker bees will take a couple of cells and convert them into queens. The new queen stays behind and the old queen leaves to find a new home. More often than not, she takes about a third of the colony with her for the trip.

The big worry is that neither hive will grow fast enough in time to survive through the winter. Beekeepers don't like it because the hive will be too small to produce excess honey for the keeper to harvest. Many beekeepers try to manage swarm behavior, which needs to be done well in advance; if the bees make a decision to swarm it is too late to do anything.

Still, with the exception of getting Lynn to school, everything else is going to have to wait.

I have nothing ready. I am totally disorganized, but not so much that I can't pull something together in order to make the bees comfortable. A couple extra frames of honey, some frames with drawn out honey comb for the queen's new eggs, and some frames that are empty to give the workers something to build upon.

This should be a simple operation. At the orchard, I pull a wagon up close next to the apple tree then take the lid off. I gently bend the pliable young branch loaded with the bees down a little in order to get everything into position. Adjusting the wagon, I pull the branch down further this time. When it is close to the empty hive body, I give the branch a short jerk and the entire ball of bees falls into it.

Well, that is what should have happened. Instead, I missed the target. The sound of the swarming bees is as loud as the spinning prop on a biplane.

The only bee I care about getting into the hive is the queen. I have no idea if she is in there but I will know in the next half hour: because she is emitting pheromones like crazy, worker bees will cluster around her immediately.

It turns out that I missed.

The queen is now under the wagon. The huge cluster of bees is there too, hanging from the axle.

After two more attempts, I still have not got the queen into the hive. I decide three is either a charm for me or else the bees' lucky day -- I'd rather let the queen go then accidentally kill her. I place the hive on the ground, lift the front wheels of the wagon over, and then brush all the bees into the hive using a paintbrush. This time, I get the queen.

As I pick up the hive to put it back in the wagon, I am just getting ready to pat myself on the back when I feel the beekeeper's nightmare.

There is a bee crawling up my leg on the inside of my pants. My options are few and all I hear in my head is, "Crazy-drive, Dad, crazy-drive!"

Honey Granola Tart

Makes 8 slices

For the crust:
1 cup brown rice flour
1/2 cup oat flour
2 tablespoons confectioners sugar
1/2 teaspoon sea salt
12 tablespoons unsalted butter, plus 1 tablespoon

For the tart:
1/4 cup pecans
1/4 cup sliced almonds
3 tablespoons sprouted quinoa
3 tablespoons hulled buckwheat groats
1/4 cup pepitas (hulled pumpkin seeds)
1 cup old-fashioned oatmeal
1 cup ricotta
1/2 cup honey, plus 2 tablespoons
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/4 teaspoon teaspoon salt

See the full recipe (and save and print it) here.

Tags: honey, bee, beekeeper, hive, bona fide farm food, tom hirschfeld, sunday dinners, tart

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almost 2 years ago Oui, Chef

You are a brave man, my friend. I hope it didn't get too far up your leg before it let go with the stinger! Lovely story, as always.

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almost 2 years ago Shalini

I don't ever want to get stung. Glad you got the queen. Harrowing story, Tom, but sweet, nonetheless. That tart looks delicious and healthy!

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almost 2 years ago bushwickgirl

Hilarious! As an ex-beekeeper, I know the drill. Crazy drive is right. Lovely story, lovely recipe, thanks Tom!

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almost 2 years ago thirschfeld

Thanks bushwickgirl!

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almost 2 years ago boulangere

Cynthia is a trusted source on Bread/Baking.

Your best yet.

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almost 2 years ago thirschfeld

Thanks boulangere.

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almost 2 years ago fiveandspice

Emily is a trusted source on Scandinavian Cuisine.

Seriously? Did you get the bee out?! I have a kind of hilarious image of you dancing around in the field trying to get your pants off to get the bee out. Worth it to keep the queen though, eh? Also, you are clearly a very cool dad. My dad would never, ever have driven crazy. (But then, my mom drove a little crazy without even trying...)

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almost 2 years ago thirschfeld

No dancing, not this time anyway.

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almost 2 years ago TheWimpyVegetarian

I'm with KB!! What happened next?????? Cliff-hanger until the next episode??!! The tart looks wonderful BTW :-).

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almost 2 years ago thirschfeld

Thanks Suzanne. The tart is a sweet salty concoction.

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almost 2 years ago documentngdinnr

Due to a serious allergy, I can never be a beekeeper, but I love hearing your stories!

The tart sounds fantastic--I've never seen a recipe like that before. I'm on a huge granola kick, so I will definitely try it. Thanks!

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almost 2 years ago thirschfeld

I can understand the allergy situation. I have been on a granola kick too.

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almost 2 years ago Ariane

One of our hives swarmed twice this year -- we caught and re-hived the first swarm and gifted these survivors to some friends as a farm-warming present, the second we were too late to catch. Oh how thrilling is this process of the swarm and recapture, of witnessing their strength and cohesion. So looking forward to trying this tart -- we're having a great year for honey already, so looking for every possible way to eat it, savor every drop. :)

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almost 2 years ago thirschfeld

I had a hive a couple of years back swarm three times but the third was a dry swarm meaning no queen just left over pheromones on a branch. I too like to give swarms away to new beekeepers.

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almost 2 years ago Kitchen Butterfly

Oh no.........so what happened???????? You can't stop here.

Thank you for encouraging me to indulge my kids too.......

Crazy-good (one word) looking tart too!

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almost 2 years ago thirschfeld

KB, I got stung. You either try to kill the bee or eventually it will sting you because it has no where to go. It is just part of it and if you get the stinger out quick it is, for the most part, harmless.