Beautiful Serviceberries |
Several
years ago, Hallie and her husband Nick located a blackcap patch in the “scrub”
patch behind the house. Thursday she picked berries there. I wasn’t up to dealing
with the heat of the afternoon, the grass-covered bank, the mosquitoes, the thistle,
etc., and opted out, but I did wander back there around the edge of the upper field
to check on her and found three bushes of wonderful plump serviceberries, ripe
and ready to pick. “Tomorrow morning,” I said to myself.
When
Hallie arrived back at the farmhouse, I realized she was determined to make jam
– right now! I hadn’t quite expected that, so my kitchen wasn’t ready.
Serviceberry tree |
“You
have raspberry juice, yes?” she asked, forging ahead. She mashed the black caps, measured them
(3 ½ cups), and we added 1 ½ cups of raspberry juice to make the required 5
cups of fruit. And then while she was cooking the magic elixir, I was running
to keep up – measuring sugar, finding jars, finding lids, finding our canning
tools, heating water. I don’t know why I didn’t suggest we take five minutes to
get organized.
Backside of the grove |
Hallie
was stirring away at the stove, waiting for that second rolling boil, when out on
the lawn there arose such a clatter that she sprang to the window to see what was the matter. “Oh no!” she exclaimed, her stirring forgotten as she ran outside and grabbed her dog
Primo to keep him away from the baby rattlesnake. Mike was already there, and I kept an eye on the snake
while he dashed to the woodshed for his snake tongs and bucket. Unfortunately, the snake slithered into the violet leaves and
disappeared.
Back
to the stove I ran, and the jam was boiling. It’s supposed to boil for exactly
one minute, and I had no idea if it had just begun to boil or had already
boiled for two minutes. I rather suspected the latter, so I turned off the
heat. The outside excitement was over, we hoped, so we ladled the beautiful jam into
prepared jars, put on the lids, and commenced to process the jars in the canner.
It
turned out just fine. I think we had eight jars of beautiful jam. The jars all
sealed, and the jam tasted great.
No easy way to get there |
Hallie & Kathy pick serviceberries |
This
morning (Friday, July 12), I arose before 5:30 and got dressed. In fact, we all
got up. We breakfasted on scrambled eggs, bacon, biscuits, and the new jam. And
then we headed behind the house to pick the serviceberries, coming back with almost two gallons. It’s not easy to get to those trees, and I anticipate that next week
it will be even more difficult because of the crop / weed development. Good
that we picked now.
Kathy and Hallie |
Full picker pails |
Hallie
left at 9:30, and then Mike and I also loaded up and headed to town. I brought
the serviceberries with me to process into juice. I’ll make jelly on the next
trip to the farm.
3 comments:
Oh my! What an exciting jam making session! So glad it all turned out well. Love the play on the Night Before Christmas--thrilling reading!! :)
Thanks for noticing my attempt to be clever, Chris. Hallie truly did spring to the window, but she said something stronger than "Oh no!" I was so glad the jelly didn't scorch -- or whatever jelly does when it's overcooked.
Ha ha! I don't remember exactly what I exclaimed. We can remember it as, "Oh no!" I was afraid of Primo's interest in the danger noodle.
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