Wednesday 6 July 2011

Jam, more jam, a different jam...



FOXY LOXY JAM





I have recently got into Jam Making. I have a fine collection of books on preserving and making jams and cordials etc. I decided to start off with something simple, and opted for the Strawberry Jam.
I went to the Pick Your Own at Binsey Farm, near Port Meadow in Oxford. It was a rainy day and there was just me there, all alone in the fields collecting my 2 kilos worth of Strawberries.
I rushed home and set to on my alchemy!
After preparing my own pectin from cooking apples I eventually made about 8 good-sized jars of jam. It was very nice, so definitely something which I wanted to try again and experiment with.



Binsey Farm strawberry field, from the car

So off I went, back to the PYO. This time the sun was shining and the strawberry fields were much busier, so I opted for the lonesome gooseberry field.

The deserted gooseberry field. Just me and the gooseberries.


and raspberries...
I even wore my special strawberry belt and polka dot top!


The punnet of gooseberries ready to go in the pan!









To me, jam making and preserving is like alchemy. The equipment, the colours, textures, smells and of course - the taste.
I have always had a love of old fashioned laboratories and would love to have worked in a perfumery. All the bottles, raw materials, and the imagery of a certain magic evolving within the glass conical flasks and pipes!
Well, if I can't have that, jam making will have to do.
I would love a copper preserving pan (one which I could spend hours polishing), but until then I found this rather nice aluminium one in the Oxfam shop for a mere £15. It does the job, plus it has a rather nice old hammered handle with a nice curl on the end, so it satisfies my aesthetic need too.
So, without wanting to bore you with the facts of jam making I will whip through the different stages and try to illustrate them with photos instead.


These are the gooseberries softening in the water. Apparently gooseberries contain a high level of pectin so there is no need to add any extra to this recipe. Look at my thermometer, lovely!




When the gooseberries have softened you throw in the raspberries and just when they start to bleed you add the mounds of sugar. This is one of my favourite stages. I love the way the brilliant whiteness stands out from the colour of the fruit.





So once all the fruit has been added, you have to get it up to the right temperature and to a rolling boil.






220F





The next stage is to check for the setting point. It is important to remove the pan from the heat each time you do this.




a chilled plate used to test the setting point...





The setting point is reached...




I like using a funnel to ladle the jam into sterilised jars.




Sealed and ready to be labelled and packaged.




oh, and eaten...with toast or homemade scones.





and a pot of tea.




Someone else likes toast and jam too!

The next job is creating the labels. That will be my next post!

Who Killed Cock Robin?


A few weeks ago I went out into my back garden to find a dead Blackbird. It wasn't savaged and looked almost as if it was just sleeping. I rolled it over to find a spot of blood on the underside of it's wing. I thought of this poem.

Who Killed Cock Robin?

"Who killed Cock Robin?" "I," said the Sparrow,
"With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin."
"Who saw him die?" "I," said the Fly,
"With my little eye, I saw him die."
"Who caught his blood?" "I," said the Fish,
"With my little dish, I caught his blood."
"Who'll make the shroud?" "I," said the Beetle,
"With my thread and needle, I'll make the shroud."
"Who'll dig his grave?" "I," said the Owl,
"With my pick and shovel, I'll dig his grave."
"Who'll be the parson?" "I," said the Rook,
"With my little book, I'll be the parson."
"Who'll be the clerk?" "I," said the Lark,
"If it's not in the dark, I'll be the clerk."
"Who'll carry the link?" "I," said the Linnet,
"I'll fetch it in a minute, I'll carry the link."
"Who'll be chief mourner?" "I," said the Dove,
"I mourn for my love, I'll be chief mourner."
"Who'll carry the coffin?" "I," said the Kite,
"If it's not through the night, I'll carry the coffin."
"Who'll bear the pall? "We," said the Wren,
"Both the cock and the hen, we'll bear the pall."
"Who'll sing a psalm?" "I," said the Thrush,
"As she sat on a bush, I'll sing a psalm."
"Who'll toll the bell?" "I," said the bull,
"Because I can pull, I'll toll the bell."
All the birds of the air fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
When they heard the bell toll for poor Cock Robin.


I buried the Blackbird underneath the rose bush.

Baker Born and Bread

Seeing as I've been making jam, I thought I'd better bake some fine bread to accompany it. So here it is!



Soft Egg

My neighbour recently got two chickens. As they started to lay their first eggs, a couple came out with either no shell or a very soft shell. I took these photos.


Mint Cordial

After having at go at Elderflower Cordial, I decided to try my hand at this mint recipe.
I used over double the amount of mint leaves for a stronger mint flavour.





This recipe is from the DK Preserving Book http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/images/1405356286/ref=dp_image_z_0?ie=UTF8&n=266239&s=books

Pounding the mint leaves with the sugar

Because of the amount of mint I was using, I had to gradually add it to the bowl in small amounts.
I used a wooden rolling pin to grind the leaves down to a pulp.

The more you pound the mint leaves the sugar gradually changes colour, from light green...




... to dark green



When the water was added to the pulp it resembled a dark mysterious swamp water.