I recently discovered a slew of relatives I didn’t know I had, members of the extended — and far-flung — Kornmehl clan. That my newfound family includes doctors, bankers and even a retired butcher is no huge surprise. But the goat farmers in Israel… them, I didn’t expect.
According to the Kornmehl Goat Farm website:
Anat and Daniel Kornmehl, both graduates of the Faculty of Agricultural Science, Hebrew University, created the Kornmehl farm in October 1997. Daniel Kornmehl acquired his experience as a cheese maker in Israel and in France. Daniel places emphasis on keeping traditional values of cheese making, while adapting them to the local environment. He creates cheeses that are personal interpretations of famous French varieties.
The farm is located on a Bronze Age agricultural site in the Negev, the sparsely populated desert that extends over Israel’s south, accounting for more than half of the country’s land. It’s funny to think of the Israeli versions of Camembert and Brie being created here.
But the goats don’t seem out of place:
How cute are those baby goats? And, according to the site:
Anat and Daniel believe that the health of their goats and the quality of their milk, antibiotic and hormone free, comes from the permanent attention that they give to the goats’ living conditions and good food.
The goats are milked twice a day in the milking parlor and then the milk is transferred to the dairy that was built by the couple.
Milking parlor, indeed!
This place is wonderful and delicious and authentic. The menu is small but that’s a good thing because you will want to try one of everything, which we did and were not disappointed with a single item! As an added benefit we were entertained during our meal by the farm’s baby goats playing (free and unpenned) up and down the hills outside the window. This is a must-do stop on the road south to Ramon or Eilat.
Hmm. Anat and Daniel Kornmehl are restaurateurs and animal lovers who live in the desert. I’m a food writer and, until recently, pet blogger who lives in the desert.
Maybe the family connection isn’t so far-fetched after all.