The joys of jam making and an errant horse

Needing to free up space in my geriatric chest freezer, in order to defrost it, I thought that the time was right to make some bramble jelly.  A one litre sized icecream container and three large yoghurt pots housed 3lbs of blackberries and 1 ½ lbs of blackcurrants. The former picked from the hedgerows around Mr M’s field and the latter my first year’s harvest from my one and only blackcurrant bush in my garden.

Emptying the freezer has been a project of mine for the last 12 months or so. Every time I manage to run down the contents, I see some really good bargains in the supermarket that are going for knockdown prices. Not being one to miss a bargain, they come home with me to be slotted into the freezer space that had been liberated the week before.. and so it goes on.

But I digress.. back to the jam making.

The day dawned bright and cold – freezing in fact. Before I could get cracking on the jelly, I had to feed and muck out Mr M and take him up to his meadow, a short walk up the side of a field at the bottom of  the cottage paddock. As I walked him up there, admiring the first signs of winter on the frozen grass, I realised I hadn’t enough sugar… Blast, this would mean a dash to the supermarket. (I chose the supermarket over the village shop because that morning my electric toothbrush had given up the ghost, so I needed an urgent replacement).

On my return, having spent a small fortune on lots of supermarket bargains, I was eager to ‘get preserving’.  Easier said than done. The freezer lid was stuck fast, totally iced up! Finally after 15 mins chipping away I managed to lift the lid and delve into the icey depths to find the blackberries and blackcurrants.

The recipe calls for:

5lbs (2.15 kgs) of blackberries
1lb of cooking apples (450g) roughly chopped
2 pints of water (1.1lt)
3 lemons
Sugar

As I intended to include the blackcurrants, which contain much more pectin (the agent that helps the jelly set) than the blackberries, I decided to include just two lemons.  Lemons are a good source of pectin  for such fruits as blackberries and strawberries, that are low in pectin.

Method: Put the fruit, lemon juice and chopped lemon shells into a large saucepan or preserving pan. Pour in the water and bring to the boil. Cover and simmer for approx  1½ hours, stirring occasionally until all the ingredients are reduced to a pulp. Add a little extra water, if necessary.

Strain overnight through a jelly bag. This used to be the fun bit. Until I bought a proper holder for the bag, I used to lasso the beam over the kitchen sink and hang the bag from that, catching the liquid in a big bowl in the sink beneath. Only problem was, that you couldn’t use the sink until you had taken  down the bag in the morning! Now I have the proper thing, life is much easier!

Strain the cooked fruits overnight.

Just let the pulp in the bag drip into the bowl. Don’t be tempted to squeeze the bag, as this will make the jelly cloudy.

So, reaching this point I braved the elements to go and bring Mr M back from his field. I don’t know what had got into him, but he was an absolute maniac, with me hanging onto the end of his rope for dear life as he was bucking on the end of it. (Or doing handstands as a friend calls it!)  With much difficulty, and with my heart in my mouth (as I am only 5.3″ and not big and strong, and not in my 20s any longer!) I managed to get him back into my home paddock. As soon as we turned away from the closed gate he leaped forward tugging the rope from my hands. Then followed a 10 minute exhibition of “Look how fast mum I can gallop around this little paddock. Can’t I buck high?!”  I couldn’t watch, convinced that as he motorbiked around the corners, on the soaking ground, he would go down. Luck however, was on his side, and he managed to stay upright. After 10 minutes, or more, he came to a halt, allowed me to pick up his sodden rope, which only minutes earlier had been wrapping itself around his galloping legs, and put him in his stable. Phew, I thought.

For some strange reason I felt shattered when I went to bed, but not before the obligatory teeth clearning! Without thinking, I picked up the old electric toothbrush, turned it on, and… it leaped into life. Oh dear, there really wasn’t any need to go to the supermarket afterall !

Back to the bramble jelly…. Next day, measure the liquid allowing 1lb of sugar for every pint. I had exactly 2 pints of liquid so only needed just under one bag of sugar. (Oh dear, I had enough in the store cupboard, afterall.)

Stir over a low heat until the sugar is dissolved. Then bring to the boil scooping off any scum that forms on the surface. Boil hard until it reaches setting point (104C to 105.5C). Well that’s all very well, but if you don’t have a jam thermometer how do you know when it reaches setting point? The trick is to put a blob of the liquid on a cold plate and when you pull a clean finger lightly across the top of it you will feel  a skin forming if the liquid has reached setting point. If you are like me, you will usually have a little plate with about 7 or 8 little blobs on before you are happy that it has reached setting point.

I now have a thermometer, which makes life so much easier, though the one I purchased was a little short for the depth of my preserving pan. So much so, that when it was hung on the side of the pan,the tip only was in the liquid, necessitating my holding it in the bubbling jelly which is rather hot on the hands!  Looking at the liquid as it hit the required temperature I noticed that there were trillions of bubbles as it boiled, so this is a good indication of what it looks like when  it is reaching setting point. Knowing this, you’ll probably get away with just a couple of blobs on your plate, not 7 or 8!

About 10 mins before you are ready to pot up the jelly,  put your clean jamjars in a warm oven to sterilize them. Once setting point has been reached turn off the heat and ladle the liquid into the heated jamjars.  Using a jam or chutney funnel will certainly help direct it into the jar, otherwise lots can be lost on the counter top!

Waxed discs are placed firmly on the top of the jelly (waxed side down), then a clear cellophane disc is held with an elastic band over the top of the jar.  Dampen the disc with water before securing (ensuring that this is done will the preserve is still hot).  The heat will dry the cellophane and tighten it across the top of the lid.  Label up, including the date. Cut some material with pinking sheers and secure with another elastic band to make them look a little more special when giving  to friends.

Bramble Jelly November 2012

6 thoughts on “The joys of jam making and an errant horse

  1. I adore bramble jelly but my husband and The Boy both hate it; philistines! I hadn’t realised how it was made but I’ve done the above with apples for apple and mint jelly last year so I think I’ll have a go at this… ah just need the berries!

    Glad to see that doing such a simple task doesn’t run smoothly for other people either; it always turns into a mammoth task for me.

    Great first post!

    • Ooh, how lovely, my first post and my very first comment. Many thanks lovely lady! I am sure that The Boy will love helping you pick the blackberries. I have very fond memories of family blackberry picking trips, which usually involved being chased by cows! Remember to take a walking stick with you to hoick down the best blackberries, which always seem to grow at the very top of the bushes. I wear disposable vinyl gloves, otherwise you end up with black fingers. Then The Boy will love to help you with the jam making.. maybe from a distance while he is so young (bubbling blackberries at boiling point!)

  2. tip from a non-jam maker but owner of an oft-errant horse, also nicknamed Mr M!
    don’t lead off a lead rope. Klaus Hempfling says most people wak/lead far too close to their horses.
    have a lunge line, then if the horse starts playing silly-b’s you can distance yourself while still keeping hold. and sometimes you just send him into a lunge situation which rather takes all his fun out of it and calms him down. well, sometimes it does. i do this with the huge old guy I’ve adopted and who’s had very few behaviour lessons in his life. at 35 or so he is learning….if slowly!!!!
    jam sounds yummy. I’d certainly buy it at a village fair!!!!
    ciao
    susan

    • Hello again Susan. thanks for the advice re using a lunge line when leading Mr M up to his field. Well, leading him back really, because he’s like a seaside donkey in the morning as he is full of breakfast! I’ve decided to stick to using a longish lead rope, knotted at the end so it doesn’t slip through my hand. As all the action is happening at the back end I like to use a rope that is short enough not to allow him to go past me, when I would be in danger of getting double barrelled! As I lead him back up a track and narrow headland there would be no opportunity to push him out into a lunge circle. Most of the time he’s fine, but Saturdays our village is like the battle of the Somme! We are in the middle of two shoots, so what with the guns blasting away and three or four gas-gun bird scarers at varying degrees of decibals, he does get rather wound up.

    • Thanks Liz for paying me a visit. Glad you thought it worthwhile. Hopefully I will continue to find interesting things to post, but probably not as special as the swallows as that was a ‘once in a lifetime’ experience!

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