I had the pleasure and privilege of joining my neighbor, Barbara Oreshnick, in her kitchen recently to learn how to make her holiday Lekvaar Bars. Lekvar (which is the most common way to spell the name) is a fruit butter of central and eastern European origin. It is smooth, creamy, rich and delicious. It can be made from any number of different kinds of fruits but Barbara prefers Lekvar made from prune.
This recipe, a Russian Polish version, came from her mother-in-law. The funny thing about this recipe is that it might never have come into Barbara’s recipe book along with her mother-in-law’s poppy seed cake and nut rolls. Seems Barbara never wanted to try these delectable bites…then….once she finally tasted them she was hooked. I can see why and I’m grateful she’s carried on the tradition.
Barbara’s kitchen is nostalgic and warm. It gives a nod back to a certain period in time when not everything needed to be upgraded to the latest and greatest simply for the sake of upgrading.
The process is much like making any basic dough.
Speaking of nostalgia the site of Barbara’s canisters sent my heart reeling. For those of you who know me, vintage aluminum is my jam…these were a shower gift to Barbara back in 1954. Oh how I adore them.
Then on to forming the dough. You’ll notice the jelly roll pan is not greased.
Now for that wonderful Lekvar.
The filling is spread thick and evenly across the dough. Barbara makes the painstaking process of shingling the upper crust of the bars look easy in that “these hands have done this a hundred times” kind of way.
As I watch Barbara I’m reminded of our Italian crostata. Similar in that it has a bottom layer, a fruit filling but instead of shingling the upper crust we cut strips and make the lattice top. The first time I tasted these Lekvaar Bars I knew there was a familiarity about them, now I made the connection. I once had a wonderful crostata recipe that somehow got misplaced so I can see re-purposing this recipe in that direction. I know Barbara won’t mind.
Into the oven for 30-40 minutes until golden brown. Like most experienced baker’s Barbara has a system for clean up and my time with her was coming to a close.
Days later, when I came home from a wonderful Christmas Eve celebration I found a bag of goodies hanging from the nob on my front door. I couldn’t wait to open them up.
They did not disappoint, they were absolutely delicious. Even more so now that I know their history. I can’t thank Barbara enough for sharing this heritage recipe with me, and now you. The thought of these wonderful morsels being lost just breaks my heart. I hope you’ll give them a try, I know like I know you will enjoy every crumb.
I loved how you photographed Barbara’s hands – experienced hands baking this piece of her family and her heart. Thank you.
I love how her kitchen takes me back to my great-grandmothers when she baked for us as kids always smelled amazing. The vintage style that I love. Thank you for the memory.