High Summer. We are past the Solstice into the time of heat and drought. Leaves fade, the air is tinged with yellow. Large Geum and Tiarella, the last of the wildflowers, are brittle and dry now, curling themselves back into the duff of the forest floor. The woods are oddly quiet in the late afternoon when Bill-the-dog and I take our daily walk. Too hot for the birds to speak. We make our way over familiar paths, crunching underfoot the first fallen leaves; Madrona, Big-leaf Maple, Osoberry.
Still, the forest rewards us with the first of the blackberries, teases us with tiny evergreen huckleberries that will become their sweetest after the first frost. I bring a bucket with me now, dive into the blackberry thickets and pick what I can, return home scratched and happy to make the blackberry jelly that my family calls “Essence of Seattle Summer”.
Essence of Seattle Summer
1 gallon wild blackberries, part of them not quite ripe.
1 apple, cored and chunked, skin and all. (If you’ve got crabapples use 2 cups of them, whole, instead.)
Juice of 1 lemon
1/2 cup waterDump blackberries, apple chunks and lemon juice into a big pot and add the water. Heat gently until the blackberries begin to juice up, then raise the heat and simmer slowly until the fruit loses its color.
Stretch a piece of clean muslin over a second big pot and fasten with a bungee cord or string. Pour the hot blackberry mush onto the muslin. Then go to bed. Don’t squeeze or otherwise force the juice through the muslin.
The next day remove the muslin containing the blackberry remnants. Don’t squeeze!! Just scrape off the goo and either feed it to the worms or compost it. Wash the muslin in cold water, dry and save.
Now, measure out the juice. You’ll want to cook up the jelly in 4 cup batches.
For each 4 cups of blackberry juice add 3 and a half cups of sugar. Heat gently until the sugar dissolves, then bring everything to a crisp boil. Skim any junk that comes to the surface. When it starts to look dark and shiny test for jell by dripping a little hot juice onto a saucer. The jelly is ready when it jells as it cools on the saucer.
Pack into sterile pint jars.
What did you see this weekend?
This diary is the closest I got to nature this weekend. All my sightseeing was urban as I spent hours walking errands and visits around my city. I saw remarkable and heartening human cultural diversity everywhere I went. However next month I will be camping near a fine berry patch that I will hit up on the way home so I can try out a Mendocino County variation of your recipe.
Do let me know how it turns out.
And I love the urban landscape, too. Indeed.
This weekend, and everyday, I watch the Osprey’s, Eagle’s, Hawks, Owls, Jay’s, Cardinal’s, all type’s of Finch’s, most all types of birds.
Caught fresh Bass, Brem, Crappie, and we won’t talk bout the gator ; )
The berries are through here, but it’s time for the Muscadines now…mmmmm mmmmm
LOL…I live on 7 acres tucked into 60,000acres of Wildlife Management Area on one side of me, and 10,000 of Wildlife Preserve on the other side of me. Live lakes spring fed, and spring/ground water supplied Ponds/Lakes all over….we won’t go into the 5mil. Mosquitos..but hey, they gotta eat too, and it is Florida…whad’ya expect..
Sounds like a great weekend you had, wonderful description of the woods, and the berry confection sounds like it’s time for a snack ; )
thanks so much, and will be looking forward to more from you.
Thanks. I’m hoping to do one of these every couple of weeks. I especially enjoy hearing about the landscapes other people know – yours, with mosquitoes and alligators, is very foreign to me, though most of the birds you mention hang out here, too.
Muscadines?? Is that a kind of grape?
yes it is, and here locally they grow them for jelly’s, wine’s, etc.
it’s like a grape on sternoids…large,,and depending on the species, super sweet.
I will add more as the diaries expand…
My giant sunflowers are blooming and are they ever bee magnets. Fortunately, the bees are way above my head, up at the flower! Wish I could do digital photos. Note to self: join 21st century.
um. I have a film based camera and a dial telephone… 21st what?
Thanks for the recipe! The berries I pick have a distressing habit of disappearing on the way to the house-nothing better than eating sun warm berries outside. But there are lots this year and I want to save some to remember the summer by.
There’s nothing like homemade jelly on buttered toast for any meal in mid-December.