Blue Ribbon Preserves

This book immediately caught my eye when I read of it somewhere earlier in the summer, but unfortunately other local canners had heard of it as well, and they all beat me to the library.  After being on a lengthy waiting list, it’s finally my turn, but alas, canning season is nearer the end than the beginning.

If you can or would like to begin canning, you’ll want to get your hands on a copy of this.  I know the Ball Blue Book is supposed to be the gold standard of canning, but this book packs a lot more detail, and I, for one, am zealous for the why, not merely the what.

Canning basics, equipment and ingredient tips, and award-winning techniques are all thoroughly described, along with nearly 300 prizewinning recipes—a detail-lover’s paradise, and a gold mine for any beginner.

For instance, the author enumerates why she finds liquid pectin superior to the powdered variety—who knew???  I’ll have to explore this further next summer and do some experimentation in my science lab, aka kitchen.

Presently, I lack the time for a thorough read, but this is a book I’ll definitely return to when the pace of life slows a bit.  I’m sure there are lots of useful tips just waiting for me to implement, so I’m putting this title on my list of winter-time library check-outs and thought some of you might enjoy it as well.  Just don’t use my library, okay?  ;)

Just Peachy

Last Saturday was spent preserving peaches, and here’s a sampling of them on my kitchen windowsill . . . assorted jellies, jams, syrups and butters.  Mmm.

I love the variety of peachy colors and am especially fond of the vibrant berry shade of the jelly made with the peels and pits (first and third from left). Here’s a link on how to do that.  My canning technique is a little different than hers, but you get the idea.

Preserving peaches all day long is a messy business . . . and I’ve concluded that Peach Day was only slightly less labor-intensive than Butchering Day.  Yes, truly.  The aroma is more pleasant, to be sure, but If you’ve ever contended with slippery, sticky peach skins in a hot kitchen all the livelong day, you know exactly what I’m talking about.

After 10 hours of peach juice splatters on the floor (and myself!), dirty bowls and pans cluttering the countertops, and aching back muscles, I silently lamented, “Why can’t I just buy peach jam like a normal person?!”  Sigh.

But after the kitchen is cleaned and the jams and jellies labeled and neatly arranged on basement shelves, I soften and admire the harvest, thanking God for the delicious abundance.  And when we break the seals and spread the preserves all winter long, I’ll be grateful for that grueling August day in a hot kitchen.  In fact, I already am.

Stocking Up

I have been busy in the kitchen these last few weeks, playing working with my new favorite kitchen toys tools.  In my spare moments (when I’m not picking beans and cucumbers), I’ve been dealing with all those chickens we put in the freezer on butchering day.  They can’t stay there for long, because on Labor Day we’ll be adding 20 birds to the stash, Lord willing, and the freezer is already full.

So, we had a few options.  1) Eat LOTS of chicken till then (along with all those beans and cucumbers.)  2) Buy another freezer.  3)  Finish all my fall and winter chicken-roasting and soup stock-making in the next three weeks to empty out the freezer enough for the new arrivals.

We chose #3, so I wanted to share the process with anyone who may be unfamiliar with making chicken stock (or canning it), and to publicly exclaim how much quicker and easier it is when you have the right equipment!

While I’ve found a crockpot to be very useful for cooking a chicken to de-bone (as well as for subsequent stock-making), it only holds a single bird.  Um, I have a deadline here.

Enter my new Nesco 18-quart Roaster, which accommodates three cockerel-size (humongous) broiler chickens and greatly speeds up the process.  I think this will soon become my crockpot, because my boys are growing and need I say more?

If you have time and space, I recommend brining (minus the sugar) first, not only for flavor, but to retain moistness especially in the breast meat.  Then cook until the meat is fall-off-the-bone tender.  The one thing I love about this roaster is its versatility; you have much greater temperature control than with a crockpot.  So how long I cook the birds depends on what temperature I cook them at (a slow-cook or a roast or anywhere in between), and that depends on what’s going on with the rest of my day.

When chickens are done, remove them from the roaster to cool slightly, then remove the meat from the bones, and toss all the bones back into the roaster oven.  Add a few bay leaves, a small handful of peppercorns, several big glugs of apple cider vinegar, and 3-4 large coarsely chopped onions.  You can also add parsley and chopped celery and carrots, but I don’t always do that.  Then fill up the roaster with water and continue cooking.

I’ve been chunking up the meat and putting it in quart-size zipper freezer bags, using a very inexpensive vacuum sealer (a sturdy plastic straw and a few robust inhalations.)  Flatten the bags somewhat so they’ll store efficiently, and date.

I often end up de-boning in the evening, so that’s naturally when I begin the stock too.  I’ll let it simmer all night and part of the next day.  The bones will release nutritious minerals, leaving you with a rich, delicious, healthy chicken stock, and lots of it.

All-American Model 921, holds 7 quarts (or 19 pints)

When your stock is done, you’ll need to strain it, of course.  I use a large, mesh strainer to scoop out all the bones, and then a small, fine-mesh strainer nestled in my canning funnel to strain even more as I ladle-fill each quart jar.  (You’ll probably want to skim off some of the fat as well, but don’t skim it all off.  The fat has a lot of flavor, and it’s not so unhealthy as we’ve been led to believe.)

And for dealing with all those jars, meet my new kitchen helper—the All-American Pressure Canner 921.  In the past, I’ve always frozen my stock, but if you’ve been paying attention, you know that isn’t an option right now.  I may end up canning some of the meat also, depending on how much room is left in the freezer come Labor Day.

Meat and stock must be pressure-canned, not water-bath canned.  Under pressure, the temperature is able to go higher than 212 degrees, making meat products and low-acid canned foods safe to eat.

I wasn’t completely thrilled with the instructions that came with my canner (not enough details), but after reading the USDA guidelines, a phone call to the company expert, and talking with pressure-canning friends, I’ve worked out the kinks and no longer break out into a cold sweat when it’s time to remove the canner lid after processing.  We’ve also partaken of the canned stock and have lived to tell the tale, so I’m here to encourage anyone who may be intimidated by rumors of botulism or exploding canners and the like.  Fear not; you can do it too.

I am very happy with the performance of this model.  This line of canners is American-made, has both a regulator weight and a dial gauge, and is gasket-free.  That’s right—it’s a precision-machined metal-to-metal seal.  I thought those wing nuts would be a pain to work with screwing them on and off, but they’re not at all.  You do not unscrew them completely—after a few quick spins they swivel down, always attached to the canner base, which is very convenient and easy.  This is a fine piece of equipment with no parts to replace, and Amazon has the best price, along with free shipping.  Did I mention I’m an affiliate?  ;)

Batch after batch, my count is now up to a whopping 53 quarts of chicken stock.  I have never canned as much food as I’ve canned this summer, and it’s exciting to see rows and rows of ready food, with no dependence on electricity.

I’ve lost count of how many quart bags of chunked chicken meat I’ve put back into the freezer, but it sure takes up a lot less space than full birds.  And it is going to be sooo easy making soup when the weather cools.

Easy Bread and Butter Pickles

I am not a pickle fan, but it’s becoming apparent that my family is and since I was given a bucket of cukes yesterday, I decided to take the plunge.  I scrounged up recipes and sent hubby to the store for spices.  Then I made and canned a batch of bread and butter pickles and a double batch of relish.  I had never done that before, but it was really easy, and my family tells me they’re delicious.

My recipe comes from the The Ultimate Southern Living Cookbook.  I didn’t use “pickling cucumbers” but instead those long skinny kind like you see shrink-wrapped in the grocery store.  I’m not sure of the variety, but they were fresh from my uncle’s garden and seemed to work great here, staying nice and crunchy.  From what I read, using really fresh cucumbers is key.  But what do I know?  Did I mention I’m a complete novice?  :)

This recipe seemed pretty foolproof, though.  Hope you get crunchy, tasty results too.

Bread and Butter Pickles

6 lb. pickling cucumbers (about 25)

6 medium onions, sliced

2 medium-size green peppers, chopped

3 cloves garlic

1/3 cup pickling salt

Crushed ice

5 cups sugar

3 cups apple cider vinegar (5% acidity)

2 T. mustard seeds

1 1/2 tsp. ground turmeric

1 1/2 tsp. celery seeds

Wash cucumbers and thinly slice.  Combine cucumber, onion and next 3 ingredients in a large Dutch oven.  Cover with ice; mix thoroughly, and refrigerate 3 hours.  Drain.

I ran out of room in my Dutch oven and had to swap it out for an even bigger stock pot.

Combine sugar and remaining 4 ingredients; pour over cucumber mixture.  Heat just until boiling.

After the 3 hours, there was not a lot to drain, but I did have to pick out quite a few ice chunks. Here's how it looks after all the other ingredients are mixed in.

Their color turns as they heat up.

Pack hot mixture into hot jars, filling to 1/2 inch from top.  Remove air bubbles; wipe jar rims.  Cover at once with metal lids, and screw on bands.  Process jars in boiling water bath 10 minutes.

Yield:  9 pints

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