Sunday, May 24, 2009

Jam Tutorial!

As promised, because I love you all. :)

Basically I followed all the instructions on the back of a box of pectin (found in the baking section of the grocery store, usually next to the artificial sweeteners). But here are all the steps, illustrated!

First, fill a ginormous stock pot with water and heat it up, and put the kettle on to boil. Then wash everything -- jars, lids, utensils -- in hot, soapy water. (Two tablespoons of dishsoap not required, unless you accidentally knock the dispenser into the sink.)

Place the rinsed jars in the hot water. Keep warm.

Place the lids in a small bowl and pour the freshly boiled water over them.
The filling station, all warm and waiting. Appropriately-themed handmade dish towel not required. (I can't believe I made that 10 years ago!!)

A note about my ginormous pot -- I bought this pot specifically for the purpose of jam-making, before we got our current lovely stainless steel set. I didn't want anything expensive, because I knew I'd probably tarnish the bottom with the high heats I'd be using (there are permanent jar-rings on the inside). It serves the purpose quite nicely. I know you can get special canning pots and racks and things, but I'm going for real low-tech here.

So, on to the next step: preparing your fruit of choice. In this case, farmer's market strawberries. You may need to section off the desired fruit and keep it in a specially refrigerated safe with at least 3 types of padlocks, preferably with a voice-activated security option. Or just threaten to cut out the tongues of anyone who TOUCHES the jam fruit. (Works for us.) Wash strawberries thoroughly, de-stem, slice. (Mr. Pickles very helpfully did this step.) I guarantee that the smaller the pieces, the less lower arm soreness from mashing the next day.

Next, mash fruit with potato masher. I recommend wearing an apron. Unless you're wearing strawberry red.
Don't add too much at a time to your mashing dish of choice -- otherwise it will take forever.

Measure your mashed fruit and add it to another stock pot -- not as ginormous as the first, but still big. You'll see why later.

As far as quantities goes, I found that 3 of those green containers above made exactly 6 cups mashed, which is what I needed for the lower-sugar jam recipe I followed. (The more sugar recipe required 5 cups.) I think the green containers were 1 1/2 pints, possibly 2, but don't quote me on that.

Next, I recommend cleaning up your counter a little bit, if your kitchen is like mine and has about 2 square feet of counter space. Even if you have room to stash stuff out of the way, you'll still want to get your sugar and pectin all set to go.
(For the lower-sugar recipe, you mix a little of the sugar with the pectin first, hence the small bowl.)

Okay, let's make some jam! Add your pectin to the mushed fruit of choice. Stir it up well.

Then turn your burner to high, STIRRING CONTINUOUSLY, until the mix is bubbling even while you're STIRRING. This is called a hard boil. STIR CONSTANTLY. I cannot emphasize this enough. If you stop stirring for even 10 seconds, some of the jam will scorch and then your whole batch will taste like burned strawberries and even though the rest of your family will claim not to notice and still devour the jam like a pack of ravenous wolves (do ravenous wolves like strawberry jam?) you will still be able to taste the scorchiness -- you will even be able to smell it on their breath. Trust me on this. DON'T STOP STIRRING!!

It also starts boiling way faster than you'd think, so it's not like you'll be standing there for hours.

Okay, now that your fruity mix (say it with an Irish accent -- it sounds better) has attained the coveted hard boil status, add your sugar allatonce, while STIRRING CONSTANTLY.
(I only have 2 hands, so I had to break my own rule and stop stirring for the 3 seconds I needed to take this picture.)

Once again, STIR quickly to get the sugar all mixed in, then STIR STIR STIR more until it's bubbling again. Oh, I almost forgot, while you're STIRRING, set your timer for one minute.
When the mix reaches the hard boil again, start the timer (or count to 60) and STIR while boiling for exactly one minute.

I recommend a 3-foot-long wooden spoon for this part. And standing back. It's pretty... um, intense.
See why you need a big pot? It helps if you can also recite lines from Macbeth at this point.

As soon as your timer goes off, remove the jam (yay! it's jam now!) from the heat, and give it a couple more stirs as it settles down. Since I only have one large burner (a pox on the designer), I have to switch my giant, heavy pots, so now the ginormous pot is on the large burner.

Yay! All ready to can!
For this step you'll also need a ladle and a wet cloth.

Alrighty, so using your tongs, you take a jar out of the hot water, ladle some jam (which will be very liquidy) into it, leaving some room at the top. My recipe says 1/8 inch, but that seems small to me so I usually go halfway up the threads.

Next, wipe off the rim and threads with the cloth to get all the jam you spilled, you messy thing, you.

Then pick a lid out of the bowl of scalding water.
I highly, highly recommed alternating the orientation of the lids when you're putting them in the bowl. You see I have some up and some down -- those things just love to nest and it is NO FUN having to pry apart with your bare fingers scalding hot metal lids that have suctioned together. Again, trust me on this.

So, set lid on jar, twist band on until it's "fingertip tight" which I assume means as tight as you can comfortably get it with your fingertips. Remember that the jar, which has been sitting in hot water all this time, is now full of boiling hot jam, so you will want to use a cloth or pot holder or something to hold the jar while you're screwing on the bands. (My cloth-hand is currently holding the camera.)
Little elves can also be very useful.

Now, using tongs again, gently lift jar back into hot water, pick out another empty jar, lather, rinse, repeat.
My jam got really foamy, so I scooped that to the side, and eventually out, while I was filling the jars. I don't know if the foam is bad, it's just not as pretty as the ruby red stuff. Supposedly if you add a teensy bit of butter it's supposed to reduce the foaming, but I haven't been brave enough to try that yet. I'm afraid it will affect the taste. I suppose if I used unsalted butter it wouldn't be noticeable, though.

When all your jars are filled and in the pot, make sure there's enough hot water to cover them by at least at inch. Then cover up the ginormous pot and crank up the heat. Bring the water to a boil, then turn it down to a simmer, and "process" the jars for 10 minutes. I honestly don't know what it's supposed to do, but I'm a good little sheep so I follow directions.

I had two more jars (plus a little smidgen) than fit in the ginormous pot, so I kept them in the now-slightly-less-than-scalding water until they could have a turn at processing too. The full jars, that is. The little smidgen I put in another jar in the fridge for immediate consumption.

Now is a good time to clean up the carnage.

After 10 minutes, turn off the heat, remove the jars from the water, tipping them slightly to pour off the water from the tops, and set them on a towel where they can sit undisturbed for 24 hours.
After a little bit -- sometimes even less than a minute, magical things will start to happen. They'll each make a metallic "pop" sound, as the lids suck down, from the air inside cooling and contracting. The girls like to count with me as we hear each one snap.

Yay! Congratulations! You just made virtual jam with me! Now it's your turn. And send me pictures of your womanly accomplishments! :)

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P.S. The best way to get strawberry juice off fabric is with very hot water.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Making God Laugh

During my undergrad days I had a friend who often made the following remark, "If you want to make God laugh, then tell him your plans." This was particularly accurate for him, as he seemed to have a number of plans that didn't work out for him. In a different way I think it's also a good reminder for parents. Marriage and parenthood are filled with many frustrating and delightful twists and turns, and I often see God laughing at us as we'd laugh with delight at a child who's excited to climb the stairs. His eyes wide with wonder and excitement, but as his mother or father you imagine his future and see him running wild, playing football with his friends. You delight at his joy and think "You will do greater than this someday," knowing full well that he'll fall down the steps a few times before he reaches that day.

During Mother's day weekend Mrs. Pickles and I had plans. I wanted Mrs. P to take the day off and rest, pray, and then do all of the patient and time-heavy shopping she typically can't do with three children in tow who are complaining about being bored and hungry about 5 minutes after walking through the store's front doors. She would be queen during the weekend, and she had power to set her own schedule and spend whatever time she wanted on whatever she wanted. After some morning yard work, I had plans to take the little pickles on a bike ride. It was going to be a gorgeous day, and now that Joseph can fit in the bike trailer we can go on family bike rides again. While Mrs. P was out searching for fabrics and buying new clothes, I would be out in the sun, playing at a park, and then on to the local McDonalds for lunch and ice cream. We had plans, and they were good..

And then life intervened. We awoke at 5 a.m. to Joseph yelling at us. I took him downstairs so that my wife could sleep, but less than 5 minutes later Miriam was going about the house like Paul Revere telling everybody that poor Katie had thrown up on her pillow. I was still dazed and confused while I tried to attend to Joseph, but Mrs. P was up and a ready woman of action--cleaning up the messy bed and a messy girl.

I eventually got Joseph back to bed and tried to sleep with him, and Mrs. P spent the morning hours comforting a little girl with the dry heaves. Miriam spent the morning trying to make toys for Katie and cheer her up.

Katie felt better by mid-morning (she had the energy to whine), but we didn't want to let her outside and in public until we knew she was better (i.e., able to eat food). Since I had to do yard work, Mrs. P stayed home to take care of Katie. With the additional time I also tended to the lawns of two neighbors--one with a bad knee and the other with a bad back and heart. Both of them were very appreciative.

As you can see, the day did not go as planned. Mrs. P didn't get her planned day as queen, but from 5 a.m. on she choose to be a different kind of queen. Instead of a day devoted to her, she choose a day of service--works of mercy and acts of charity to her "subjects." Her queenship was more like the queenship of St. Elizabeth of Hungary or Our Lady--humble love and strength in action. It's part of the queenship to which each mother is called, so there was a fitting drama to all of this ocurring on that weekend.

We started the day with plans, but God laughed and gave us different plans--plans to help us grow and change us "from glory into glory." Someday we will look back on that day, and we'll laugh with Him too.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Like PB & J

Children and dogs go together.



We need a dog.

And someone to train it and clean up after it and feed it and medicate it when necessary who ISN'T me. At least not now. I'm not ready for another baby yet!

(special thanks to Lady and Jackie, canes Ecclesiae Domesticae)

Feast Your Eyes...

on this delicious bit of yumminess!

Joseph wearing his Grandpa Mike's romper -- probably handmade (and certainly hand-mended!) by his great-grandmother.


Maybe he's going to be a chef when he grows up.

Mm, stick-in-a-cup! Tasty!

The collar may be frillier than allowed for boys these days, but I think it's so charming!

It makes it hard to believe that one day he's going to grow up into a surly teenager who thinks I'm as dumb as a rock.


He's looking at a dog. He loves doggies.

Just to balance out all the sweetness, here's a shot of testosterone:

boy with a stick

Why are you looking at me like that Mommy?

EVERYBODY knows that sticks are for waving and yelling!!

Coming in for the kill...

Raaaaarrrrr!! Eat mama's face!

I love my boy. He's so scrumptious!

Isn't this the picture of motherhood? You love them and want to hold onto them forever, but they're always looking ahead to see what's coming next.

I'm enjoying it while it lasts.

It's official.

Summer is officially here.

No, it hasn't gotten hot yet. (knock on wood!)

No, it hasn't passed the solstice yet.

The pools haven't even opened yet!

However, it has begun:

canning! First batch of strawberry jam fresh off the assembly line! (I should have taken a picture BEFORE I cleaned the counter. Miriam was an excellent -- albeit messy -- helper!)

The strawberries came from the local farmer's market and taste like heaven. The jam is beyond yummy (with 7 cups of sugar to 5 cups of fruit, it had better be!!!). Next week I'll try a lower sugar recipe -- I haven't had much success with this in the past, but having the first ingredient in my jam be "sugar" makes me balk every year, and resolve to find a better way! These berries are so good anyway, they shouldn't need so much extra sugar.

My goal is to make a batch of jam from farmer's market fruit almost every weekend while the market lasts (until October). Obviously we'll miss a couple weeks while we're in CA, but that still leaves plenty of other weekends to stock my jam pantry! :)

Wish me luck!

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Signs and portents

So on April 26th was a neat conjunction of the new moon, Mercury, and the Pleiades. Being the closet geek I am, I made everyone come with me to find a dark enough, high enough place to view it (since we live in a valley with lots of streetlights). We got the kids ready for bed and then packed them in the car.

Miriam all set for stargazing!

We didn't have to drive too far -- about a mile or two away was a neighborhood park with a good view of the horizon. We let the kids run around while Mr. Pickles & I tried to take pictures.

Joseph found a nice, nasty straw to entertain himself.


A lovely view of the new moon right after sunset.

It was a wonderful evening: clear and cool, with birds chirping sleepily in the trees and bats swooping overhead mysteriously.

In this shot you can see the moon with earthshine, and Mercury below it, right next to the tree. You'll need to click on the image to see it clearly. Unfortunately, it never got dark enough for us to see the Pleiades -- we do live in the city after all -- but I had never held out much hope that we would. I tried taking some longer exposures, hoping that they would show up, but I didn't bring the tripod. I tried balancing the camera on the top of the van, but still this is the best I got:

It didn't help that the children kept bouncing around inside. :)

Still, it was a fun evening. The girls were properly impressed with how beautiful the moon was, and the fact that they could see another planet. It was also fun watching the stars come out one by one. Miriam was very excited when she discovered the first one!

I hope that moments like this will stay with our kids. I just want to instill in them a sense of wonder for this beautiful, totally cool world God gave us. Life means so much more when you walk through it with your eyes, and heart, open.

Some random silliness

I can't believe I'm posting this:

Pretty Paul, want a cracker?


Katie LOVES having her picture taken.


You can't see me!


She also loves her Daddy.


Ah, the things we do for love... (albeit unwillingly...)


The bedhead king with another fine specimen.


Rudolph or deranged clown? You decide.


May you have a smiley face pancake kind of day!

Friday, May 15, 2009

Spring has Sprung!

It seemed to be long in coming this year, but Spring has finally come in full force!

First, a little glimmer of hope in mid-March:


Two weeks later:

I wish my sink were here, instead of across the room in the darkest part of the kitchen.

This tree lost its bloom and is now all green with foliage, so we waited for the dogwood out front to reveal its glory.

Hallelujah!

Even Katie noticed when everything started greening up -- one day she exclaimed excitedly when she noticed the green mist on all the trees out back.

The kids are loving being released from their winter confinement!

Two spring pixies. (Joseph is so good-natured.) :)


Can you spot the dryad?
I love that her shirt is EXACTLY the color of sun on the leaves!

It's been raining a lot lately (good for my garden!) but we've been making the most of the days with good weather. The girls are already getting tanned faces because they spend every afternoon outside. Mr. Pickles and I are talking about getting a picnic table for the back yard so we can eat and do school outside on good days. We're certainly enjoying the spring, especially because we know the horrible hot summer is just around the corner.... This year we're planning on joining a pool, though, so that should make the hot days pass more quickly. :)