Saturday, October 1, 2011
Home on the Range, the Dollivers Make Jam
It's the season for tomato and lemon jam around here, and the Ds, figuring that they were already dressed for the part after the soapmaking adventure, got busy making a supply of tomato and lemon jam, which has gone down very well in the past and finally we have time to make it again. It's sweet but not like dessert, more interesting than a jammy taste.
Then the movie-going Ds decided that they should also be food critics, and they requested that their committee should sit in judgment of the finished product. As you see.
Simple recipe: one thin sliced lemon, 5.5 cups sugar, three pounds of tomatoes, preferably Roma plum for my taste, peeled, cored, deseeded, quartered, simmered for 10 minutes before you add the other stuff, one pouch of pectin or one package depending on how you get it. Usual remembering to put it in a much larger pan than you can believe, to allow for the unstirdownable boil it has to come to. This is a safety issue.
I love making pickles (as in recent piccalilli) and jams and that kind of thing which involve stirring and fooling with boiling liquids and so on. So this was fun.
It was also a response to yet another bereavement package that arrived in the mail,very well meaning, reminder that hospice continues to be available for the family, but in my case timing not good. Just as I start to get up again, something arrives and knocks me flat once more. So when the going gets tough, the tough make jam!
I really think the kitchen has been a wonderful saver for me, what with making bread and soup and jam and pickles, all great stuff good to enjoy, but very therapeutic to make, too. Maybe that should be in the bereavement advice? feel sad? make pickles. feel bad? make jam. feel all angry and upset? punch out some bread...