Thursday, September 17, 2015

In a Jam


Having access to to a garden as well as fruit trees means a sometimes overwhelming amount of abundance.  Waste not, want not, as the old saying goes, and as a true believer, I've learned about how to eat all sorts of things that I never saw in grocery stores before, from garlic scapes to radish seed pods to fennel flowers.

The gorgeous hot summer weather this year meant another bumper crop of blueberries and Rainier cherries at the farm.  My dad's yard was also producing lots of Italian plums and I had also found nearby the farm a bunch of wild Damson plum trees loaded with fruit that I also *had* to pick.  Having way too much fruit seems like a silly problem to have, but since I hate to waste food and there's only so much I can stuff my face with or foist upon friends, family, and strangers, I decided to learn how to can.




Canning is something that I'd been interested in learning more about since starting a garden, but my only real exposure was when Thom showed me how to can green beans a few years back.  It just seemed like it took a lot of effort, what with all the jars and the lids and the pots and other various canning supplies one needed.  With a kitchen already stuffed full, I was hesitant to start up another project that required buying stuff only used for this one activity.  Also, there were lots of warnings about food poisoning, botulism, and other not-so-pleasant cootie action that can get you if you don't properly can the food and investigating all the various means not to kill yourself (or others) wasn't all that exciting too me.  However, "how hard can it be?" is not my maxim for nothing, so with a little creativity in the equipment department and a lot of googling to make sure I was on the right track and wouldn't kill anyone, I got started.




The first investment I decided to make was a cherry pitter.  Now I had been told by the ever-resourceful Linda that one could make a pitter out of a paper clip, but seeing that I had pounds upon pounds of cherries, I decided to take the easy route.  Good thing too, as it worked like a dream and also made quick work of the Damson plums, and when Linda gave it a try herself, she promptly went out and bought one, too.

Beyond that, for canning, one needs jars, lids, a pot that's tall enough to cover one's jars with at least an inch of water, a rack or something to put the jars on in the pot so it doesn't rest directly on the pot, a jar lifter, and a funnel to get started.  There are lots of "canning kits" out there that include the pot, rack, and all the equipment, or just the equipment minus the pot; however, not being one who likes to invest in things upfront that I might never use again, I improvised.  I used a pasta pot that I had, which was tall enough to can half-pint jars although not the quart sized ones.  (I originally had bought pint jars, but then realized that a pint of jam was quite a lot and switched it out for the half-pint size instead.) So that limited my canning to smaller amounts, which was probably a good thing at this early stage.  Instead of a jar lifter, I borrowed my friend's "plate retriever tongs" (a tool that Chinese people use for lifting hot plates out of steamers or rice cookers).  She also had a little round cake rack that fit into my pot, and instead of a funnel, I decided to just use a measuring cup, figuring that would help me to pour precisely enough into the jars.  Since it was my first time canning, I didn't have any jars or lids, so I went to the store and got a dozen for about ten dollars.  If you are reusing old jars, all you need are new lids since old lids will not seal properly.  With that, I had the basics covered.



Besides what equipment one actually needs, I would say one of the most confusing things about canning is the whole debate about whether or not to use commercial pectin in your jams.  Pectin is found naturally in fruit with some fruit having higher concentrations and others having lower ones.  When heated long enough with sugar and lemon juice, the naturally occurring pectin in fruit causes it to gel, thus creating the spreadable goodness we associate with jam.  (This article titled "Jam Making 101" has a pretty good explanation of how it all works).  However, some of the lower pectin fruits like strawberries or blueberries take longer to gel, and the longer fruit is cooked, the less fresh it tastes and the longer one has to spend stirring and stirring at a hot stove.  So, one can buy powdered or liquid pectin at the store to cut down on cook time and still have a firm to quite firm jam or jelly.  Many of the recipes that I read though, especially more contemporary ones, seemed to avoid using commercial pectin for various reasons like cost, taste, or texture, thus leaving one to more of a trial and error in terms of knowing how long to cook the jam for.  The other difficulty I had with most recipes was that a lot of them called for a lot of sugar.  Many of the recipes were almost 2/3 sugar, which seemed pointless to me because the flavor of the fruit was just masked with it.  However, because sugar is a preservative, there were many warnings of how not adding enough sugar might result in jam that goes bad quickly.




In my first attempt, I decided to forgo the effort it would take to pit several pounds of cherries and go with the blueberries that I already had in the fridge.  After reading what seemed like an endless number of variations of the same, I went with  a recipe from Food in Jars for blueberry jam that had me add in only 3 Tablespoons of commercial pectin rather than the whole box as some of the other recipes called for.  I eliminated the spices because I wanted just pure blueberry this first time.

When making jam, the fruit goes through various stages as the water from the fruit is boiled off.  It oftentimes starts with a vigorous boil and foam before settling down to more small bubbles as it thickens.  Then you test it by putting a dab on a cold plate in the freezer to see if it has thickened enough.  However, since it was my first time trying out making the jam, I didn't know at all what I was supposed to be looking for so I just kept the jam boiling until it seemed pretty firm on the cold plate.  I poured them into the jars, wiped the mouth, put on the lids, and then popped them back into the water to can.  When I took them out, one by one, the little popping sound that signals a success in terms of sealing the jam occurred, so I considered that a success.

The next day, after the jam had cooled, I of course had to try one to see how it all turned out and it was okay.  Yes, just okay because first, I had clearly overcooked the jam.  It was not quite like cranberry jelly sliding out of the can, but it definitely had a crisp quality to it that was not what I liked in my jam.  The second thing was that it was just too sweet and a little too lemony.  In my anxiety not to poison anyone, I had included more sugar than I liked and also added extra lemon juice, both preservatives.  I like my fruit jam to taste like fruit, and so I was determined to experiment a little more in the next batch.

Having one jamming experience under my belt, I decided to get a little more ambitious and try a Rainier Cherry recipe.  There aren't a lot of recipes online for this sort of sweet cherry as Bings are usually less expensive and not everyone has access to a Rainier cherry tree.  I decided to use David Leibowitz's "No-recipe Cherry Jam" recipe, which, as it says, wasn't really a recipe but more about proportions of fruit and sugar.  Even though he said to use 3/4 the amount of sugar to cherries, I dialed it back to more about half and it was still quite sweet.  But it set up nicely and without the pectin, I didn't have to worry about the jam jelling too firmly.  Instead, I used up a lot of plates trying to tell if the jam was ready.  Ultimately, it turned out decently.






This experiment was followed by this plum jam, and then this one, peach jam, as well as apricot jam and finally apple butter.  After the third recipe, I broke down and went and bought a kit from the store that included the jar lifter and the funnel.  Those were definitely worth the investment as hot boiling water and hot boiling fruit are both not nice against the skin.




At the end of all this, I think I can now say that I can can.  At least I can can fruit jam; vegetables and other things are another level I have yet to attain.  Seeing all the jewel-like jars lined up on the kitchen counter and knowing that all year I'll be able to taste the abundance of summer is definitely satisfying.  Also, being able to share the bounty of summer in a form that's not so ephemeral as "eat this now before it rots!" has also been fun.  Homegrown and homemade is not that easy to come by these days, at least in my circles, but it's so appreciated and I think generally speaking, there is a revival of sorts going on in this area as well.

As for the whole pectin, no pectin debate, whether it's the supermarket version or the low-sugar Pomona's version, I enter my preference as no pectin.  I like being able to control the viscosity of the jam by cooking time rather than how much commercial pectin I add and I generally like a looser jam, so it fits my preference.  I also usually end up with pectin blobs in the jam when I use it or overly "crunchy" jam although it may just be that I don't understand how to follow directions in regards to using commercial pectin (definitely nothing new here!).  As for adding too little sugar to my jams, I have yet to poison anyone; perhaps I need to add a "eat at your own risk" label to my jars that I give away. :)  Ultimately, I realize that jam making is about proportions and rules of thumb rather than preciseness; one must be able to adapt according to how ripe the fruit is and how sweet it is rather than being tied down to exact measurements in a recipe.  I'm done putting up for the year, but look forward to the next season of abundance now that I can can.




More Than Enough
By Marge Piercy

The first lily of June opens its red mouth.
All over the sand road where we walk
multiflora rose climbs trees cascading
white or pink blossoms, simple, intense
the scene drifting like colored mist.

The arrowhead is spreading its creamy
clumps of flower and the blackberries
are blooming in the thickets. Season of
joy for the bee. The green will never
again be so green, so purely and lushly

new, grass lifting its wheaty seedheads
into the wind. Rich fresh wine
of June, we stagger into you smeared
with pollen, overcome as the turtle
laying her eggs in roadside sand.

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Fresh from the Farm Last Month

June















I know, I know, last month doesn't seem very fresh, does it?  But I'm slowly catching up and perhaps we'll be in real time with the farm fresh produce by the end of the summer (fingers crossed!).  With all this warm weather we've been having, the garden has been going gangbusters, and it's hard to keep up with everything.  (Spoiler alert: the zucchini that tried to take over the world will be making an appearance sometime soon.)  The blueberry and Rainier cherry season ended awhile ago but not before a lot of cobblers, pie, and jam was made!  Little helper elves made picking fun although I missed Team Locust who would've never left those last cherries on the tree.

A poem aptly titled, "Cherries" by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson to end with:

A handful of cherries
She gave me in passing,
The wizened old woman,
And wished me good luck--
And again I was dreaming,
A boy in the sunshine,
And life but an orchard
Of cherries to pluck.


Janus Lake and Transitions




Janus is the Roman god of beginnings and transitions; thus, doorways, gates, passages, and endings are within his purview.  He's usually depicted with two faces, one facing the future and one facing the past.





A couple of weekends ago, some friends and I had planned to hike to Lake Valhalla and through some twist of fate involving a woodpecker, ended up at Janus Lake instead.




We gave our trip organizer a hard time but it was actually quite a lovely, quiet hike; certainly Valhalla's lesser-known and far-less-trod brother.



Perhaps that is how all transitions happen, with some degree of planning (past facing) but really the possibility of veering completely off course (future facing).  And if one is open to what the future brings, regardless of whether it was planned or unplanned, it could be quite grand.

As I'm getting ready to go to Ankara, Turkey, next year to do a teaching fellowship, there has been a slew of things that I'm preparing for with some anxiety.  First and foremost currently is trying to get my place ready for rental.  Last week, a couple of guys from my church came to help me dispose of a behemoth of a TV that I've had for over 5 years.  It's served me well but it's too big a presence, especially for someone who doesn't watch much TV and not something I want to lug through a move.  However, it's 170lbs and impossible for my puny self to move.  These three guys were gracious enough to come and lug it down two flights of stairs along with some bookshelves, an old computer desk I've had since possibly college (?), and various other odds and ends.  As soon as it exited my place, the thought, "I'm free!" popped into my head and it's true; sometimes our possessions end up being a carbuncle that we can't seem to easily shed.  I was just at a garage sale on Whidbey Island and the house belonged to an elderly lady who was moving into a senior living situation.  Since it was the last of a three day sale, everything was up for grabs at half off.  I got some nice kitchen utensils for a quarter each as well as a canning kit and a vintage white enamel Dansk cooking pot both for $2.50.  But what made me kind of sad was realizing that this woman had spent a lifetime accumulating some nice stuff and not even her kids wanted it because there was so much of it.  So I think it put me in a good mindset to reduce and recycle my own stuff.

In light of all this, I think it's appropriate to close quoting Henry David Thoreau, who said:
"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.  I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary....Our life is frittered away by detail.  An honest man has hardly need to count more than his ten fingers, or in extreme cases he may add his ten toes, and lump the rest.  Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity!  I say, let your affairs be as two or three, and not a hundred or a thousand; instead of a million count half a dozen, and keep your accounts on your thumb nail.  In the midst of this chopping sea of civilized life, such are the clouds and storms and quicksands and thousand-and-one items to be allowed for, that a man has to live, if he would not founder and go to the bottom and not make his port at all, by dead reckoning, and he must be a great calculator indeed who succeeds.  Simplify, simplify.  Instead of three meals a day, if it be necessary eat but one; instead of a hundred dishes, five; and reduce other things in proportions." (Walden "Where I Lived, What I Lived For")

This, too, is freedom.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Begin It


One of the issues with having so many ways to fritter away one's time is that there is often inconsistency in doing any single thing.  I pick up one hobby, do it for awhile, then get distracted with something else.  In fact, right now I'm contemplating picking up the violin again, something I haven't done for at least twenty years.  Why I feel the urge to play the violin now, I don't know.  But that's what I mean.  Oftentimes I look at the things that other people do and think that I can do it too.  Run a marathon?  Sure, why not?  Get hundreds of followers on Instagram?  How hard can it be?  Write an amazing blog?  No problem.  But when it comes down to it, showing up daily or even regularly is hard work.  And from the date of the last entry on this blog (almost two years ago!!), it's something that I haven't been doing.  And ironically, one of the things I tell my students is that they don't have to be geniuses if they want to do well, but they do have to show up and do the work.

When I think about beginning again, it feels overwhelming.  How do I catch up on two years' worth of memories and ideas?  How many things have slipped through the cracks in the meantime?  Do I hit the highlights starting from 2013 or just jettison all that and begin again in the present?  In some ways, so much has happened in these two years and in other ways, nothing at all has happened.  I'm not sure about how to approach things, but I wanted to take inspiration from Goethe's words, which say that "Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness.  Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth...that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too....Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it.  Boldness has genius, power and magic in it."  I'm just talking about writing a blog right now, but this is true for so many things.  Until we commit ourselves fully to something, someone, some place, the hesitancy that exists creates ineffectiveness and stagnation, a feeling of "stuckness" that simply doesn't have to be.  Instead, whatever it is we want to do, begin it.  Now.

I've just finished reading Ann Patchett's book This is the Story of a Happy Marriage, which is about marriage, yes, but mostly about writing.  And one of the tips that she gives on how to write is again both so simple and so hard.  She say, "If you want to write and can’t figure out how to do it, try this: Pick an amount of time to sit at your desk every day. Start with twenty minutes, say, and work up as quickly as possible to as much time as you can spare. Do you really want to write? Sit for two hours a day."  In other words, show up and do the work.  Nothing else.  So here I am.  And given that spring is the time for all things to begin anew, the timing couldn't be more perfect.



Beds prepped to go in March


Future peaches
The three sisters, corn, bean, and squash, ready to play

  
Figs doing their thing

Sunday, July 7, 2013

On Gleaning and Fresh From the Farm This Week


The week before summer school started up, I received an email about volunteer opportunities with Hopelink, a non-profit on the Eastside that does all sorts of good things, including, in this case, gleaning fresh vegetables from small farms for the food bank that it operates.

 Gleaning is one of those words that seems completely out of place in our modern day society.  For me, it harkens to Biblical times, in particular, the story of Ruth, a widow, who in order to support herself and her mother-in-law, gleans for grain in the fields of a rich farmer.  The happy ending is that Ruth ends up marrying the rich farmer, Boaz, who also happens to have a heart of gold, and they become ancestors of King David, and ultimately part of Jesus' genealogy.  Not bad for someone who had become marginalized in society as a widow and a stranger in a strange land.  I suppose our modern day equivalent might be dumpster diving or something of the sort, but saying I'm going dumpster diving doesn't quite evoke the same sense as gleaning does.

Hopelink had partnered up with Sno-Valley Harvest, whose motto is "Everyone deserves access to healthy food.  And you can help" and  the volunteer coordinator was a lovely young woman named Jody, an AmeriCorps volunteer, who has been spending her time finding small farms that have extra or non-saleable produce and bringing in gleaning parties to harvest, transport, and bundle the food for Hopelink's food bank.

On Friday morning, I drove out to Monroe, WA, to Present Tense Farm for a two-hour shift to glean braising kale.  I had no idea what to expect and no idea who did this sort of thing, but I guess now I know: people like me. :)  When I arrived, Jody and one of the other volunteers, Bonnie, were already there with Rick coming in right behind me.  The farmers, Jayme and Neil, were a young couple who were leasing an acre or so of land to grow their produce, which they sell at the Queen Anne farmer's market.

Jody gave the three of us some mini-machetes, which worked like a charm, and we got to work harvesting some beautiful curly purple kale.  With four people, the work went quickly, and we filled up about 15 containers of kale in about an hour and a half.  It totaled up to 156 pounds of kale, which is amazing to me.  It really didn't seem like that much at the time, and we didn't even harvest it all.  We had to stop because we ran out of containers but Jody said that the following week she'd come back and harvest the rest with another crew.

After we were done, I spent some time chatting with Jayme and Neil about their farm.  Even though it was only an acre or so, it was astonishing how much food they could grow there.  And their produce was beautiful, healthy and flourishing.  They were leasing the land for a year and began working on their farm in January.  They tilled the fields and put up the large greenhouse on the property where they grew their starts before transplanting them in the ground and now where they grew their warm weather crops like tomatoes and eggplant. (Note to self: I need a greenhouse!!)  They did have issues with deer (I had to ask!), but with the amount they grew, it wasn't too big a deal if a deer ate a bit of it.  Call it a tithe to Nature, which makes sense, though it's still a bit hard for me to embrace that attitude because of the much smaller scale on which I farm. All in all, I had a great time meeting the other volunteers and really loved seeing these small farms out in our larger community.  I especially loved meeting these young farmers who have such a passion for what they do.  It's inspiring and I definitely would love to become a regular in a "gleaning crew" when my other day job finishes up in about 7 weeks.


Present Tense Farm is a nice name for a farm, but there's no farm like THE farm for me.  This week's harvest was abundant after the warm rains and the hot weather from the last few weeks.  My 8-ball zucchinis were forming nicely and most of the favas and peas were ready for harvest. 




















 Speaking of deer, I was pretty sure they were the ones who went in and nibbled at the ropes of my bean trellis as well as the tender shoots of some of the plants, (Repeat to self: "Nature deserves her due.  Nature deserves her due") but after doing a little research, it may be that I am too quick to blame everything and anything that goes wrong there on the deer.  In fact, it might actually be slugs or some other type of bug or even birds!  The bean tips get neatly trimmed off about an inch above the ground but not eaten.  Rather, it's left there wilting right next to the sad little stem that's left. Now that just seems like plain spite.  It wouldn't be as annoying if whatever it was actually was eating the shoot, not just killing it, but I have yet to truly sleuth out the culprit.


 All in all, it was an abundant haul.  I decided to do some close-ups of these vegetables to show how beautiful their forms and colors are:










































I put all this lovely produce to use in an Ad-Hoc inspired salad that was comprised of fresh red lettuce and arugula, blanched favas and peas, chunks of avocado, and a lemon-honey vinaigrette.  (Ad-Hoc is a wonderful restaurant in Yountville, CA, and the first time I went there, the waiter took probably 15 minutes or so to describe the menu, explaining how the lettuce and much of the other vegetables were grown from The French Laundry gardens down the block, how the beef was from a cow that they bought from a butcher around the corner and that they were eating it from tail to snout, and how the vineyard for the wines were neighbors in the next town over, you get the picture.  And I enjoyed every minute of it!)

Since I still had quite a bit of produce and some orecchiette pasta, I pretty much made another version of the same thing using pasta instead of salad greens.  After decades of making pasta that was too dry or not quite flavorful enough, I finally learned a couple of tricks from watching all those cooking shows that seemed to work well this time:

1. Salt the water so that it's like the ocean.  I usually just added a teaspoon or so thinking it's more for raising the boiling point but now realize that it's also used for flavoring the pasta.  So I used 2 tablespoons or so this time for the water and that made the pasta more flavorful.

2. Keep the pasta water to help make the sauce for the pasta.  Since I wasn't using a tomato sauce or a pesto, the pasta water kept the pasta from sticking together or feeling too dry, which was something I often had a problem with in the past.  And since it was already so salty, it also added more dimension to the sauce and vegetables.

One last note is that wilted, slightly cooked arugula works really well with pasta.  Sometimes arugula can be a bit strong for me, especially since the ones I am growing are going to seed, but cooked with the pasta, it took on a slightly bitter, minerally flavor (in a good way!), which I really liked.



The following is part of the Jewish Encyclopedia's explaination of "leket" or the "gleaning of the fields":

The remains of a crop after harvesting, which must be left for the poor. The Mosaic law enjoins: "And when ye reap the harvest of your land, thou shalt not wholly reap the corners of thy field, neither shalt thou gather the gleanings of thy harvest. And thou shalt not glean thy vineyard, neither shalt thou gather every grape of thy vineyard; thou shalt leave them for the poor and the stranger: I am the Lord your God" (Lev. xix. 9, 10). 

"When thou beatest thine olive tree, thou shalt not go over the boughs again: it shall be for the stranger, for the fatherless, and for the widow. When thou gatherest the grapes of thy vineyard, thou shalt not glean it afterward: it shallbe for the stranger, for the fatherless, and for the widow" (Deut. xxiv. 20, 21). These provisions belong to the agricultural poor-laws of the Bible, the transgression of which was punishable with stripes.

In the Book of Ruth there is a description of the manner in which the fields were gleaned. The poor followed the reapers at their work, and gathered all the remains of the crop, both those that fell out of the hands of the reaper and those that escaped the sickle (Ruth ii. 2).--From the Jewish Encyclopedia

I also wanted to share a quote from Richard Rohr, a Franciscan priest, who has this to say about the poor:

"The poor and marginalized see the devil first and most clearly. They have the power to reveal a culture’s actual gods and their blindness!  This is why spiritual seekers must pay very careful attention to the voices of the poor and the marginalized. Not because it's our job to "serve" them from our own limited "truth," but because they see, live, and breathe a truth that our culture and privilege have made invisible to us."


In the midst of such bounty in my own life, I offer up this Prayer of Thanksgiving that I found on beliefnet:

Prayer of Thanksgiving

God of all blessings,
source of all life,
giver of all grace:

We thank you for the gift of life:
for the breath
that sustains life,
for the food of this earth
that nurtures life,
for the love of family and friends
without which there would be no life.

We thank you for the mystery of creation:
for the beauty
that the eye can see,
for the joy
that the ear may hear,
for the unknown
that we cannot behold filling the universe with wonder,
for the expanse of space
that draws us beyond the definitions of our selves.

We thank you for setting us in communities:
for families
who nurture our becoming,
for friends
who love us by choice,
for companions at work,
who share our burdens and daily tasks,
for strangers
who welcome us into their midst,
for people from other lands
who call us to grow in understanding,
for children
who lighten our moments with delight,
for the unborn,
who offer us hope for the future.

We thank you for this day:
for life
and one more day to love,
for opportunity
and one more day to work for justice and peace,
for neighbors
and one more person to love
and by whom be loved,
for your grace
and one more experience of your presence,
for your promise:
to be with us,
to be our God,
and to give salvation.

For these, and all blessings,
we give you thanks, eternal, loving God,
through Jesus Christ we pray. Amen.

--Adapted from "Prayers of Our Hearts" © 1991 Vienna Cobb Anderson