Garlicky Sautéed Kale with Kohlrabi

July 10th, 2014

It’s amazing how a splash of citrus and a handful of nuts can transform a pair of humble brassicas—kale and kohlrabi both belong to that genus—into a bright, fresh, and lively dish. This salad is wonderful on its own or served right along with those hot dogs and hamburgers.


2 bulbs kohlrabi – peeled *Set your Kohlrabi greens aside and add to your chopped kale!

1/2 teaspoon grated lime zest

2 tablespoons fresh lime juice

1/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil, divided

1 bunch kale-  stems and center ribs discarded

1 bunch garlic Scapes-  finely chopped (or substitute 4-5 cloves of fresh garlic)

1/3 cup salted roasted pistachios, chopped ( or substitute for any other nut you like or sunflower seeds)

Very thinly slice kohlrabi with a slicer or sharp knife.

Whisk together lime zest and juice, 2 tablespoons oil, and 1/2 teaspoon each of salt and pepper in a large bowl. Toss kohlrabi with dressing.

Finely chop kale and kohlrabi leafs. Heat remaining 2 tablespoons oil in a 12-inch heavy skillet over medium-high heat until it shimmers. Sauté garlic scapes, about 30 seconds. Add kale and kohlrabi greens by the handful, turning and stirring with tongs and adding more kale/greens as volume in skillet reduces. When all of the greens are  wilted, sauté with 1/2 teaspoon salt until just tender, about 2 minutes. Transfer to a bowl and cool to room temperature. Toss greens with kohlrabi and nuts.


The Chicken or the Egg

July 10th, 2014

On our farm it was the chicken that came first.  Mother Mary, who still plays an active part in Keewaydin was the motivator when it came to starting our egg enterprise.

Today we care for and collect eggs from just under 150 birds, a small flock by industry standards but big enough for us at this point.  When you go to the grocery store there are a bunch of different ways you will see eggs advertised, natural, free range, cage free, organic, humane……whew is that all?  Probably not!  How is a person suppose to keep it straight?  Well I guess one way to do it is get to know the farm that produces the eggs and then ask.  So let me clear the air as it relates to our chickens here at Keewaydin.  On our farm we actually have two different flocks of birds.  One is housed in our chicken coop that has been around since the beginning of time (at least for me).  These girls have a fenced in yard that they access all day every day.  Currently we are working on a second yard for them so that we can switch them between the two.  The new batch of birds, which came to the farm in May are in what is called a chicken tractor.  This is a mobile pen that we built specially for our birds.  The chicken tractor is great, during the night it serves as a house for the birds to roost, in the morning we open the door and allow them access to fresh pasture daily.  Every couple of days we move the chicken tractor to a new location ensuring the birds receive fresh pasture.  It is this fresh pasture that is so important when it comes to the quality and health benefits of the eggs you eat.  Pastured chickens lay eggs with a dark yellow yoke and have a high Omega 3 content.  Our chickens do receive a ration of grain as well, which consists of non -GMO corn, soy, barley, and trace minerals.  So there you have it, enjoy your Keewaydin Farms eggs!



February 20th, 2014

Okay I have a confession to make, I love winter!  I know this one has been particularly harsh, record setting even.  But man does it bring some beautiful environmental phenomenon.  Sun Dogs, layers of frozen atmosphere, the driest snow I have ever seen, deep red, purple, pink sunsets, that layer of wood smoke that settles about 100 feet in the air in the early am.  Don’t get me wrong I’m ready for the change and a bit of an escape.  I certainly think it helps to have greenhouse work to do.  Starting in a week or two we will begin planting the first seeds of the season.  Walking into a greenhouse this time of year on a sunny day mean you are instantly transported to a warmer environment with temperatures somewhere around 70 to 80 degrees.  Nothing like the smell of wet warm earth and the strong rays of the sun off ones back to really shake off these cold weather blues.

I was reminded again this year  that another strategy for fighting the winter blues is to get out there and enjoy it.  Play.  Build snow forts with the kids, go snowshoeing, build a luge (really), embrace this reality because soon enough it will be gone and we will again be basked in the warm rays of the sun.  This year is the first year I have ever pulled on a pair of snowshoes and explored the wilderness right outside my back door.  I use to go snowshoeing all the time when I lived in Colorado but for some reason I haven’t’ done it in Wisconsin.  No more of that nonsense!

This weekend I felt the change in the air.  Your farm is starting to wake up from its winter hibernation, I can feel the pull of the environment and it says wake up its time to plant.


What’s In Your Box Week 20 2013

January 27th, 2014
2 acorn squash around 3 lbs total
1 stalk Brussels sprouts 30 sprouts or so
2 sweet bell peppers 1/2 lb
1 lb roma tomatoes
1 head green cabbage 3 lbs
1/2 lb ground cherries
2 head garlic around 20 cloves
1 pint red and sungold cherry tomatoes
3 heirloom tomatoes
1 lb salad mix
1 bunch kale 10 leaves

What’s In Your Box Week 19 2013

January 27th, 2014
1 small bunch basil 10 or so stalks
1 bunch chard 10 or so stalks
1 bag salad mix 1 lb
2 heirloom tomatoes 1/4 lb
2 acorn squash
1 stalk Brussels sprouts about 20/30 sprouts
2 bell peppers
1 bag jalapeno around 10 peppers

What's In Your Box Week 18 2013

January 27th, 2014
1 bag salad mix 1 lb
1 bunch scarlet turnips 6 per bunch
4 bell peppers online casino multi color 1/2 lb
1 eggplant 1/2 lb
8 heirloom tomatoes 3 to 4 lbs
1 head cabbage green
8 tomatillos
1 bunch basil 1/8 lb
1 bunch kale 9 stems

What’s In Your Box Week 17 2013

January 27th, 2014
-1 bag of mixed beans (green, purple, yellow) 1 lb
– 1 bunch of carrots 1/4 lb
– 1 quart of mini lunch box peppers (super sweet)
-1 to 2 melons 1 lb
-1 green cabbage 1 lb
-1 bag of salad mix 1/4 lb
-8-10 heirloom tomatoes

My Dad

April 1st, 2013


Spying on Dad was always a favorite game of mine, it would involve sneaking around the barn always keeping an eye on him and hoping he wouldn’t see me.  A sighting would often mean helping with some sort of chore because usually this game was played when he was in the barn milking the cows.  NPR would be blaring in the background, he would be talking to the cows, and providing vigorous rebuttal to some ridiculous comment made on the radio or just plan talking to himself.  My brother, sister and I and perhaps friends if they happened to be staying at the farm, would be in the background hiding behind some big bovine snickering at this crazy man, especially when his language tended towards the foul side.  NPR and a swish of a dirty cow tail can do that to a man.

From my father I inherited the gift to gab and dream big.  I can remember and carry with me many of the plans we would lay out on our walk about around the farm.  We still do this today.  Always looking towards the next project, never behind, there was the baseball diamond complete with the crowd painted onto the side of the shop wall that use to boarders right center field, and a tree house in the top of the oak, ponds full of fish, 60 cows, 200 acres, some of it dreams other things where real.

Richard Haucke was born on July 29th, 1950.  He was the third of four children and lived what many would consider a normal 50’s suburban life in a happening little town called Plymouth Wisconsin.  Fat City!  At one point in Plymouth’s history it was home to an incredible number of cheese factories, and fueling those cheese factories where some very productive farms.  At age 9 my Dad began working at one of those farms cultivating corn, making free download Barbie dressing games for girls maple syrup and doing whatever else needed to be done.  It was his first taste of farm life and the experience cultivated a desire that would never leave him.  After moving from home for college then 3 and half years of classes pursuing his degree in education, working evenings on a dairy farm outside of Menominee Wisconsin he decided to make the ultimate leap and become a farmer.  He finished college with a degree in agriculture from River Falls and was off and running with my mother in tow towards his future as an independent person, a land owner, a business man.

The rest they say is history!  After several years of searching and working all the angles a man has to work to convince family, friends, the government, a bank, whoever that his dream was more than a dream the universe brought him to the end of Haucke Ln.  At that point in 1976 it was Pine Lane and the farm was named Lookout Leah Farm, but the time had come for a new family to being their story at this place we call Keewaydin.

My Sister

March 11th, 2013


First born of Rich and Mary’s children Jessica Ellen Haucke came into this world the day after Christmas in the year 1976.  A gift of joy for the new parents, little Jessica came out ready to take on the world and let it know who was in charge.  From day one she had a will to move mountains and a foundation of character as stable as the earth from which she came.

At a very early age Jessica became a working part of the farm.  As a four year old you would find her in the barn with mom or dad helping to milk the cows.  All the lady bovine at Keewaydin Farms had names; there was Nora, Janet, Jay and Julie, all sixty plus girls and their babies.  Jessica knew every one of them as well as their mothers and daughters for generations back.

With two little brothers added to the family in 1978 and 1980 Jessica became crew leader and farm director.  She would keep us on task when it came to doing our chores and was always looking out for us whether we liked it or not.  Now some of you have kids of your own, as I do, and maybe you’ve noticed a very distinct difference between boys and girls.  Aside from the obvious physical aspects there are other attributes that vary.  I think boys and perhaps even men go through life in a bit of a daze.  When we are little we bounce from event to event bonking our heads and bruising our elbows learning things the hard way, leaning too far out over the ledge or jumping into water that really isn’t deep enough or if we can’t swim is too deep.  Girls on the other hand are thinkers right from the beginning.  They take the time to analyze the situation, develop a plan and are a bit more conscious of potential bodily harm.  Jessica was constantly having to rain in her two brothers and I think thanks to her watchful eye we came out of childhood with all of our body online casino parts and very few if any broken bones.

As we all aged I for one found myself drawn to hang out with her and I’m sure drove her nuts because I was always around.  Her friends became my friends, I went to all of her basketball games and when she graduated in 1995 I was left with one more year of school and no sister to annoy.  To this day I know I can confide in her anything.  I can present to her any sort of issue I may be having in life and she will deliver to me sound, simple advise.  Like a coach talking to her team she will give you her time, deliver her opinion, then send you back into the field of play ready to face your task at hand.   My sister has always been a person I have looked up to and who I’ve know my whole life has had my back and with someone like that in your corner you can’t help but successful.

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My Brother

February 16th, 2013

The next couple of writings I would like to focus on my family.  Living in the country on a farm often it is your family that is the backbone of social life.  Kids play together, laugh, cry, fight, eat and live life in a little bubble of space seemingly reserved just for them.  Parents go about their daily duties checking in here and there to mediate or sometimes if the kids are luck play a quick game of pick up football or baseball.

Jacob Andrew Haucke born August 19th 1980 is the youngest of the Haucke children.  I believe straight from the womb he was born an equipment man.  He was and still is a feisty strong willed human being that doesn’t like to lose.  He is a plougher of fields, a loving father, tender of the bovine, and reaper of crops large and small.  This man can make any machine work with a few twists of the wrench and babies equipment like its fine china.

As a kid he was a bit of the odd child out and tended to receive the blunt of his brother and sisters teasing and scorn.  Not that he helped out his situation much, with his constant hiding when chores where to be done.  My favorite story of my brothers hiding tactics came on a night like any night on farm with work to be done.  The kids’ job was to get the barn ready for the cows and Jake was nowhere to be seen.  For my Mother and the rest of the family frustration at his absence slowly morphed into a bit of fear for he at this point had not been seen in a couple of hours.  A search party was formed with Mother leading the way; she has a very strong set of vocal cords which she used repeatedly to call out “JAKE”, “JAKE” “JJJJAAAACCCCCOOOBBBBB”, each call slightly more desperate then the next, after all farms for all their beauty can also be dangerous places.  Meanwhile I was off on my own expedition trying to think like my brother.  This led me for some reason to his room where I decided to sit on his bed and ponder.  After sitting quietly for a spell thinking about my little brother and what I would do to him once he was found because again he had gotten out of the nightly chores I began to notice a slight noise coming from somewhere, an ever so light exhaust of breath.  At first I didn’t recognize it for what it was but as I began to listen I realized I was hearing the sounds of certain missing child fast asleep in his little hiding spot underneath his bed.  Not only had he gotten out of chores but he had a nap as well that little so and so.

Well there are many, many stories like that from our childhood, whitewashes, rolling him down hills in a tire, playing in the sand box that was actually more like the yearly dump truck load of sand, a sand mountain.  He is a brother like no other and my favorite one, okay he is my only brother but my favorite none the less.  Though as kids and early adults we had our moments now we get along great and I consider him one of my best friends, of course he’s bigger than me now so he’s got that going for him which is good I guess.

A brother shares childhood memories and grown-up dreams. ~Author Unknown

Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero.  ~Marc Brown