Making Jam
Aug. 4th, 2009 11:28 amMy mom makes the best jam, like 'Best of Show at the County Fair' good. Lately we've been making jam together. I quickly learn that, like most processed foods, to eat jam is also to eat assorted larvae and tiny insects. This does not bother my mother, though she does make a good faith effort to remove most of them. 'It'll cook down' she shrugs. I frown and continue to pick through the berries. As I stir the mixture of mashed berries and pectin on the stove, I pick out a couple more tiny white grubs that float to the top. 'You have to keep stirring or it will be ruined' she says.
Use the very best, ripest produce. Don't stop stirring. Don't skimp on the sugar in some misguided effort to make the patently unhealthy, less so. Fill the jars to within an 1/8 inch of the top. And at the end, berry nirvana. My mom offers me a spoon and I dip it into the final jar. Only a third full, it cannot be sealed. I retrieve a spoonful of clear, dark ruby and put it in my mouth. I practically swoon; it's warm and sweet and intensely flavorful. Oh, my. I reach for more. Then I discover what bothers my mother.
'You put the spoon back in?' she makes a face. For some time after I endure mutterings about how I have contaminated the larvae jam with my cooties.
It's my jar. I shrug and take another bite. Yum.
Use the very best, ripest produce. Don't stop stirring. Don't skimp on the sugar in some misguided effort to make the patently unhealthy, less so. Fill the jars to within an 1/8 inch of the top. And at the end, berry nirvana. My mom offers me a spoon and I dip it into the final jar. Only a third full, it cannot be sealed. I retrieve a spoonful of clear, dark ruby and put it in my mouth. I practically swoon; it's warm and sweet and intensely flavorful. Oh, my. I reach for more. Then I discover what bothers my mother.
'You put the spoon back in?' she makes a face. For some time after I endure mutterings about how I have contaminated the larvae jam with my cooties.
It's my jar. I shrug and take another bite. Yum.
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Date: 2009-08-04 10:03 pm (UTC)I never grow raspberries because a) they're too invasive and I don't have enough sun-filled beds as it is and 2) we had some as a kid (in Brooklyn, no less!) and the little tiny ants that were always in them creeped me out. Don't know that I'd mind now though, especially after reading this.
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Date: 2009-08-04 11:50 pm (UTC)I hear you about the jealously guarded sunny spots. I would love to grow some berries, but... Maybe if I had an acre or two. :/
Thanks for commenting. I was beginning to wonder if the larvae and double-dipping was too much! ;)
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Date: 2009-08-05 01:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-05 01:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-05 02:13 pm (UTC)I've tried once to make jelly; prickly pear fruit jelly. It was passable. It tastes terrific with pork, not so much with toast.
My mother made some wonderful pear jam and plum jam.
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Date: 2009-08-05 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-05 07:15 pm (UTC)People make some kick-ass moonshine out of them around here too, though I think I'd stick with the jam as it's at least legal, hah.
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Date: 2009-08-07 05:43 pm (UTC)Heh, they're making different intoxicants where I'm at, though home brewing is big too.