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Za’atar kale chips are baked kale, crisped with olive oil and seasoned with a good dusting of za’atar, the Lebanese spice of wild thyme, sumac, and sesame seeds. Absolutely addictive (and healthy to boot).
A family is really a collection of stories.
Thatโs what Dave OโLeary said when he and Janet were over recently for dinner. Mom was there, and her brother Tom and his wife Anne Marie. They hadnโt been gathered in this particular configuration of people, of old friends, in a very long while. In years. As they sat on the front porch in the twilight, their talk recalled a world I know only in stories, a world I piece together bit by bit over my lifetime, like a giant 5,000 piece puzzle that keeps you chipping away at its form with a piece that fits here or there each time you come at it.
That world is populated with grandparents who were just the parents then, with Greenlawn Street in Lansing, with the grocery store and the butcher shopโan era that only a few are around to recall from memory.
With every turn of the conversation that night, I would think I have to go write down that story, I have to remember that one, and would they be offended if I just video tape the whole evening start to finish?
Since Dave can tell a great story about whoever he happens to be with at any given moment, he told the story of the time when he was at Tom and Anneโs wedding. My Jiddo, my fatherโs father, was there too. It was a country club affair, and Jiddo wanted a beer. He was told by the server that he could have champagne; they were not serving beer. But Jiddo didnโt drink champagne. He drank beer. Aunt Anne was mortified to hear that her club wouldnโt bring a beer, as though it happened last weekend and she might go give them a piece of her mind.
Here at this point I must have been serving up the zaโatar kale chips and falling all over myself about how incredibly good and how clever they were, because I missed the transition to how Dave ended up going off to find a beer for my grandfather at the wedding reception. Itโs moments like that when I wish I had never laid eyes on a kitchen, when I wish I would just sit there and stop with the food so I can get after the important stuff, the story and its telling in the twighlight on the front porch in Harbor Springs. I know less of Jiddoโand all for a (yes, super-delicious, but still) kale chip. Food is love? Hogwash.
When I resurfaced into the story with zaโatar all over my face, Dave was out of the club now and down the street knocking on the door of a home and asking for two beers. If you know Dave you are not surprised that he was given the beers outright, probably even sat and visited for a few minutes with his beer-benefactors and made them laugh so much that they wished they could head back over to the party with him.
Now heโs running, not walking, back to the club to present the beers to Jiddo, who started drinking the cold brew immediately and whose stoic face offered nothing more than a slight nod in Daveโs direction in response. It was a nod that said you can go now. No questions asked about how the beer was procured when there was none to be had in the club. My Jiddo, Salim, he expected the beer to appear, and it didnโt matter how it happened. Luckily he had this Irish โfifth sonโ who did what sons did back then: whatever their father said, with pleasure.
OK, maybe food, or at least a beer, is a kind of love after all. Itโs for certain that a good story is love, and a whole collection of them? Thatโs nothing short of a family.
Za’atar Kale Chips
Instructions
- Line a heavy duty sheet pan (18โx13โ) with parchment paper, foil orย Silpat. Place a rack in the middle position of the oven, and heat the oven to 300หF.
- Tear the kale into 3- or 4-inch pieces. Some will be smaller, and thatโs fine. Place the kale in a big bowl, drizzle some olive oil over the top and sprinkle with salt if using. Mix the kale and oil with your hands until the kale is thoroughly coated.
- Spread half of the kale out on the sheet pan in a single layer, with the dark green top-side of the kale facing up (veiny side down). Sprinkle liberally with zaโatar.
- Bake for 20 minutes, rotating the pan halfway through. Taste a chip to see if it has crisped up, baking another minute or two if not. Remove from the oven and repeat with the remaining kale.
- Serve with cocktails, sandwiches, or just a good story.
Nutrition information is automatically calculated, so should only be used as an approximation.
Hi Maureen,
I love your recipe and how you pay attention to the detail..I have made it so many times to remember how many..is it true that you test your recipes Before you publish them ? I read that written by you!!.. I wouldn’t make your recipes all the time if they werent really good…thank you for sharing, all your recipes are good..don’t stop please
Salma thanks so much! Oh yes, I develop all of my recipes myself, which means they are thoroughly tested…by me!
It was such a pleasure reading all the comments. Made me feel part of a family. Many thanks. P.S. love the za’tar !!
Thank you Sam! Great Za’atar at my online shop at Maureen Abood Market!
Maureen, your stories are so wonderful; they make me feel a part of it all. Za’atar is a part of various recipes on your site, but in looking, I cannot see a recipe for Za’atar. I made a recipe some time back, after reading a lot of variations out there and culled it down to what sounded right to me. So, long and short, I do have za’atar, but wonder what yours would be like? These kale chips sound very interesting, so I must try them! I love your site!
Chris, thank you so much! It’s great that you mix your own za’atar…I love imported za’atar for the wild thyme that is grown in that region. If I made it, my za’atar might be equal parts dried wild thyme, sumac, and toasted sesame seeds. Enjoy the chips–they’re delicious!
hehe – I’m just waiting for the day one of my cousins/relatives puts a comment on your blog! It’s just a matter of time (tyme) ๐
Anway, LOVE za’atar – in everything. Pita with olive oil and za’atar . . . ugh.
This is a fantastic way to get my husband to eat veggies. I can imagine eating the whole batch in one sitting.
What a great story!
I haven’t seen Dave and Jan in years. Growing up just a few houses down from them and across the street from the Rheaume’s…oh my the stories!!
Hope you’ve enjoyed the summer. Our trip back to the cottage on Torch Lake proved to be very cold, the weather was so disappointing! But beautiful days spent in our treasured Up North.
Take care ๐ Stacy
Love this. I am sure no one was more touched by this piece than my dad!
Love David O’Leary and your whole family!
Maureen, my wife made majoudara and some zaatar manouche. that lebanese food sure goes well with your stories. our parish priest, now Bishop Terry brady, loved taboule . over a plate of taboule we would often say that the lebanese and irish were similar in history and good story tellers
Love the story, Love Kail chips & love Za’atar, They all go so well together.
Thank you, Trish
Maureen, I deeply love your whole family and I can’t wait to make the chips. Looking forward to more kitchen wonders. At Burt Lake now with mom (94). I can clearly picture the Harbor Springs porch as I I have driven by a hundred times. I actually sat on the porch with F.Joseph back in the eighties. Loved the story about the Irish fifth son. We’re all characters.
Regards,
Bill
Lovely photos and a terrific looking recipe. I love kale chips but never thought of using za’atar before. I need to try it. BTW, I have that same yellow bowl. Absolutely love it ๐
Liz, great to see you here, thank you!
Can never have enough za’atar!! Love it and love this story and recipe!
Ok Maureen you got me. I have been lurking now for months and months enjoying your recipes and stories. I have many memories of going over to Nan Farhat’s house in high school and eating whatever there was to eat, and you know there was always something on the counter and the fridge was full. I don’t think I have a memory where her mom wasn’t in the kitchen. So here I sit, working and reading and laughing. The are really no better story tellers than the O’Leary’s, the whole lot of them. I so enjoyed the story and wish I could have been there on the front porch laughing along with the group, eating Kale chips and drinking a cold one. Continue on, doing what your are doing. It is such a joy to be included.
Best, Lori
Love those memories Lori–thanks for being here, my joy to have you!
I love the idea and will try this very soon !