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Blackberry Apple Butter

01.24.2016 by J. Doe // 3 Comments

Although the oranges my father sent weren’t the Sevilles I anticipated, I found a place where I could order some, and promptly did so. While I waited for my order to ship, I began to research marmalade recipes, and of course the internet has many to offer. The internet also has Amazon, which has books on jam-making, and as you peruse the titles, helpfully suggests other books and even jam-making supplies.

This is how I discovered that there are special pans just for jam-making, made in France. Since Christmas was still in the air – in spite of its fire-hazard status, our tree had not yet come down – I ordered one last gift, for myself. Since I made quite a lot of jam last year, most of which was gifted to others at Christmas, it seemed like a Christmassy thing to do.

Having spent a tidy sum on the pan, I didn’t buy any of Amazon’s cookbook recommendations. Instead, I reserved three titles at our local library: The Blue Chair Jam Cookbook, Blue Chair Cooks with Jam & Marmalade, and The River Cottage Preserves Handbook.

The books arrived a few days later; two massive volumes, alongside one small, rather modest one. The Blue Chair books are so big they don’t fit in my cookbook holder, nor leave any work space when lying open on the counter. They are, however, filled with glorious photographs of fruit, and orchards, and the author, wandering wistfully among the fruit trees in an orchard.

The photographs don’t interest me, of course; I’m looking for recipes, and there are many, and they are detailed, and though the ingredients don’t contain too many surprises – fruit + sugar = jam – the technique employed is a marvel of detail, requiring three days to make each batch of jam.

I wouldn’t necessarily mind taking three days to do nothing except wander in an orchard and make jam, but according to the author of River Cottage Preserves, as well as my own jam-making experience, I don’t actually have to: just a few hours will do the job.

That said, I did pick at least some of the fruit involved, though it wasn’t in an orchard, it was on the campus of the college near my house, sections of which are overgrown with blackberry bushes. I filled my freezer with bags of berries in August, something I may not be able to do again, as the college recently bulldozed the blackberry bushes, leaving behind a wide swath of mud and a number of homeless bunnies.

Making jam – or in this case, fruit butter – in a pan designed expressly for that purpose is a hypnotic experience. The pan is wide and shallow, with sides that flare out, all of which is intended to increase the speed of evaporation and reduce the cooking time, resulting in a fresher tasting jam. I was a little skeptical that a pan could make that much of a difference, but once the berries and apples got started, the steam coming off the pan was something to behold – rapid evaporation, indeed, but also rather beautiful to watch.

I’ve always liked apple butter, though often I am disappointed when I buy a jar – dull color and flavors can be somewhat dispiriting, especially in the dark days of winter. Adding blackberries creates a butter with a bright, lively flavor and a regal purple color. The house smells like Christmas as it cooks.

I used honeycrisp apples, but any good baking apple will work. I accidentally increased the amount of sugar the original recipe called for, but the final result was a slightly more firm butter with wonderful spreadability and a very smooth texture, so I wouldn’t change it.

 

Blackberry Apple Butter

Blackberry Apple Butter
 
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Author: Pam Corbin, The River Cottage Preserves Handbook
Ingredients
  • 2¼ lbs blackberries
  • 1 lb, 2 oz cored cooking apples (no need to peel them)
  • 2½ cups apple cider
  • 7 tbsp lemon juice
  • ½ tsp cloves
  • ½ tsp cinnamon
  • white sugar
Instructions
  1. Cut the apples into fairly large pieces, trimming away and bruised or bad bits. Place in a pan with the blackberries, cider, lemon juice, and 2½ cups water. Bring to a boil and cook gently, until the liquid is greatly reduced and the apples are very soft.
  2. Run the fruit mixture through a food mill into a bowl, and clean out your jam-cooking pan. Measure the volume of fruit pulp and return it to the jam pan (I had five cups). Add ⅔ cups of sugar for each cup of fruit pulp, along with the cinnamon and cloves. Slowly bring to a boil, then simmer until the mixture begins to sputter and is very thick. Stir frequently to avoid scorching.
  3. Remove from the heat and pour into sterilized jars. Put lids on the jars and process in boiling water for 15 minutes. Let cool completely, and use within a year.
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Mandarin Sorbet

01.03.2016 by J. Doe // Leave a Comment

Olives, olives, everywhere, and nary a one to eat.

The great olive-curing experiment continues: Old brine has been replaced with fresh, and makeshift containers have been replaced with large, homey Ball jars, now neatly stored in a box at the side of the kitchen. It will be months before they are edible, a moment I  optimistically assume will come to pass.

During our frequent discussions of the olive situation, talk naturally turns to other produce, but when my father mentions Seville oranges, I get excited. I have been told that marmalade made from Seville oranges is magical.

Maybe I should learn how to make marmalade, he says.

It’s easy, I tell him. I email him a series of recipes for Seville orange marmalade. He emails me a shipping notice: A crate of Satsumas should arrive by Christmas.

Satsuma, or Seville?

Satsuma, he says. A crate of them.

Satsumas are lovely, of course, but as oranges go, they are pretty much the opposite of Sevilles. I say that like I’m an expert on oranges, which I’m not, although I’m well on way given the amount of research I did when I discovered vast quantity of them on my doorstep the day after Christmas – too large an amount for two people to eat before they go bad, especially given that the two people in question had bought a small box of tangerines at Whole Foods while shopping for the correct type of sea salt for brining olives.

Satsumas

No less an authority than Alton Brown claimed I could make marmalade from the Satsumas, so I followed his recipe, increasing the lemon and cooking the marmalade to the oddly specific temperature of 223 degrees fahrenheit, then testing it on a chilled plate.

It didn’t set.

I let it simmer some more, while the temperature held at the 223 degree mark, and tested again on the plate: Not set.

I simmered. I repeated. I tested again.

The marmalade got a bit less runny, but the temperature began to increase, and when it finally hit 225 degrees and seemed semi-jelled on a plate, I poured it into nine small glass jars, sealed them, and processed them.

The next morning, I discovered that in following the most precise jam instructions I’d ever seen in a recipe, I had, for the first time, made jam that failed to set. The little bit that I’d set aside in the refrigerator was chilled, but also runny.

It’s tasty, to be sure, and I’ve mostly forgiven Alton Brown, because failure is nothing if not inspirational: I bought a book on jam-making that was once recommended to me by a jam-seller at a farmer’s market (Mes Confitures by Christine Ferber), and then invested in a snazzy French jam making pan. I educated myself on sugar-to-fruit ratios. I read extensively on the topic of pectin.

I’m sure it will all result in some extraordinary jam, sometime in the not-too-distant future, but as things currently stand, I have an abundance of first-rate Satsumas that I have no hope of finishing before they turn. Something would have to be done, and my usual solution – bake it into a cake of some sort – was off the table, so to speak. After all the excess of the holiday season, I don’t want cake. I want things that taste light and clean.

I found this recipe for sorbet on the Serious Eats website, which in turn gives the source as Into the Vietnamese Kitchen. It’s absurdly simple – all you need is a juicer and an ice cream maker, although you could squeeze the juice by hand if you wanted to, and if you follow the instructions on the original recipe, there is no mention of an ice cream maker, so I may be overstating the amount of equipment you need by quite a bit.

I used both, though, and I’ve amended the instructions accordingly. The lime adds a refreshing, tart twist to the light sweetness of the mandarin, and the flavors stay fresh because the juices aren’t cooked – only the sugar syrup is, and only briefly. It’s a nice treat for those who began the year with resolutions, and those who didn’t, alike.

And something to enjoy while the olives brine.

Mandarin Sorbet

Mandarin Sorbet
 
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Author: adapted from Into the Vietnamese Kitchen
Ingredients
  • ¾ cup sugar
  • 1 cup water
  • 2½ cups fresh satsuma juice (or tangerines, if you prefer)
  • 6 tablespoons fresh lime juice, or to taste
Instructions
  1. Make a simple syrup: whisk together the sugar and water in a small saucepan over medium heat. Bring to a boil, whisking, until the sugar dissolves and the liquid is clear. Remove from the heat and cool completely.
  2. In a bowl, stir together the sugar syrup, and juices. Taste and add more lime juice, if needed, to create the sweet-tart balance you prefer. Strain through a sieve. Cover with and refrigerate overnight. Process in an ice cream maker according to the manufacturer's directions.
Notes
Use fresh fruit for best flavor: You can juice the satsumas and limes while the simple syrup is cooling. When adjusting the flavors, remember that the final product will be served cold, which will make it seem a bit less sweet.
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Chicken with Maple-Mustard Glaze

12.08.2015 by J. Doe // Leave a Comment

My father is obsessed. This is his usual state; what varies from time to time is the object of his obsession. For a while, it was bread, and conversations centered on flour, yeast, and baking stones. Then he turned his attention to fermenting, and mastered kosher pickles so rapidly that his rabbi persuaded him to teach a pickling workshop at the Jewish community center, where he was billed as a local pickling expert, and attracted nearly 100 attendees.

Having conquered the pickle, he turned his attention to olives, announcing he intended to learn how to cure them. I replied, That sounds great – please send me some olives.

I was thinking, He’ll send me a jar of nice olives, and I’ll make a bowl of nice tapenade with them.

He was thinking, My daughter also wants to learn how to cure olives.

This is how, one Wednesday afternoon, I found myself opening a box filled with twenty pounds of fresh black olives.

I examined the unexpected treasure trove of lovely, plump little black olives, but learning to cure olives, or anything really, isn’t on my To Do list. I decided to simply eat them. Biting into one, I received my first and most important lesson in olive curing: If you don’t do it, olives aren’t edible.

This is why I spent part of a Sunday in December baking cookies, but not as many as I normally would, because I needed the rest of the day to weigh and measure olives, sea salt, and water into various containers, where they will soak together until the olives become, hopefully, edible.

In case you are wondering how many containers it takes to brine twenty unexpected pounds of olives, the answer is six: A cookie jar, three Tupperware juice pitchers, a French porcelain serving bowl, and a plastic Folgers coffee tub. Yes, I’m aware that I’m violating some Seattle code, making and drinking Folgers pre-ground coffee. But the coffee police haven’t come for me yet, and the big plastic tubs are awfully handy when large quantities of unexpected olives appear on one’s doorstep.

Like father, like daughter; he has his obsessions, I have mine. I have discovered maple syrup – not the stuff that comes in a squeeze bottle shaped like a lady, but the real stuff, that comes in a bottle with a tiny, useless handle on it.

The handle, I have learned, once served a purpose, and the syrup itself still serves many purposes, all of which I am determined to explore, and soon. I discovered this when I received a digital review copy of the Maple Syrup Cookbook, by Ken Haedrich. It’s a book I never would have picked up on my own, since I tend to view cookbooks focused on a single ingredient more as kitsch than cuisine. In this case, my preconceived notions were completely incorrect, much to my delight: Nothing about the recipes in this pretty book feels like a stretch, and I found myself attaching digital sticky notes to more than a dozen pages, as well as learning a little by reading the side notes.

For my first recipe, I intended to make the Maple Spice Cookies for a holiday cookie exchange, but The Child insisted I make my traditional Eggnog Cookies – It Isn’t Christmas Without Them, she said –  and I succumbed to her flattery. Instead, one evening when I had no particular plans for dinner, I made the simple roast chicken with a mustard-maple glaze. It isn’t fussy, and required no trips to the store.

It was lovely, with just a hint of sweetness from the maple syrup and a bit of bite from the mustard, lemon juice, and garlic. The flavors balance perfectly, and even The Child, who normally avoids any sort of mixing of sweet-and-savory on her dinner plate, pronounced it A Keeper.

The original recipe calls for the chicken to be grilled or broiled. I baked it, but felt it would have been better broiled, so I’ve included those directions. I used chicken thighs, rather than the cut-up chicken called for; use three or so pounds of chicken pieces, whichever sort you prefer, and adjust the cooking time accordingly. This would be wonderful cooked on a grill in summer.

I probably won’t take my obsession as far as my father might; you won’t likely read about me having a maple sugaring party or learning to tap trees. Then again, if the olives turn out, who knows?

 

Maple-Mustard Chicken

Chicken with Maple-Mustard Glaze
 
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Author: adapted from Ken Haedrich, The Maple Syrup Cookbook
Ingredients
  • 3lbs chicken pieces
  • ¼ cup pure maple syrup
  • 3 tbsp Dijon mustard
  • juice of ½ small lemon
  • 2 tsp soy sauce
  • 1 clove garlic, finely minced
  • ½ tsp ground pepper
Instructions
  1. Combine the maple syrup, mustard, lemon juice, soy sauce, garlic, and pepper in a small saucepan. Bring to a boil, and cook for about a minute. Remove from heat.
  2. Rinse the chicken parts and pat dry. Brush each piece of chicken with some of the sauce, using about half, and place in a bowl. Refrigerate for 30-60 minutes.
  3. Broil the chicken about 6 inches from the heat, about 15 minutes on each side, basting with the remaining sauce from time to time. Total cooking time will depend on the size of the chicken pieces; be sure the meat is tender and juices run clear, or check for doneness with a thermometer.
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