Basil-Infused Strawberry Jam

In the past, I've made Strawberry Basil Jam, which includes chopped bits of basil within the jam.  While I love the taste of it, I personally didn't always appreciate the texture of the pieces.  So this time around I opted to infuse the basil in the jam, removing it before pouring the jam into jars.

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Follow the directions exactly for strawberry jam on your powdered pectin box.  However, after you pour the sugar into your pot, once your jam starts to boil again, place 1 oz (about 1/2 cup) whole basil leaves into the pot, stirring it in as you stir your jam for exactly one minute.  When you go to skim the foam from your finished jam, remove the basil as well.  Process jars for 10 minutes in a boiling water bath.

Important Note:  So that the basil wouldn't be floating around in separate pieces, I bound it in a bunch with a small twisty tie.  This made it easy to remove in the end.

So far I've sampled the jam mixed directly in with softened cream cheese as a cracker spread, added it to a bit of vinegar as a salad dressing, and marinated chicken near the end of a fiery grilling.  This I loved the best.  YUM.

My Favorite Sea World Moment

Nope, this is not about jam, and it's not really about Sea World either.

While some of our political views don't support wars between countries for the purpose of solving problems, sometimes it comes to that.  And so, we have a massive trained military to defend and maintain all the opportunities and freedoms we have as Americans.  I'm obviously simplifying things here.

I didn't know Joe when he was in the military.  Before we met, before he became an engineer, before he attended college, Joe was in Navy for 5 years, during which he trained to be a Rescue Swimmer.  He did all kinds of incredible and crazy stuff like completing SERE (Survival, Evasion, Resistance, Escape) school, and later jumping out of helicopters into the ocean to save lives.  Again, I'm simplifying, but you get the idea.  My hubby is such a nice guy, you'd never know he was such a bad ass.

This has all come to the forefront of my mind lately as the result of a couple of public events.  While in the second row (Joe's idea) at the Shamu show at Sea World a few weeks ago, the announcer asked all former and current US and US supporting military to stand up.  There was this brief moment where no one stood.  Then seemingly one by one, many dozens of grandparents, dads and moms and young adults rose up all over the huge stadium.  Joe stood, nodded his head to others who were standing, and we all clapped and cheered for a long time.  It was an interesting few moments for our family since although our children know their daddy was in the Navy, they don't really understand at their age just what it means.  I couldn't help but come to tears, witnessing Joe as a part of this bigger, really important group of people with a common experience, history and understanding.  I was seriously proud and moved.

Luckily for Joe this moment happened before the girls and I realized that the second row "Soak Zone" literally meant that when you leave the show, it will be as if you were dunked in the tank with the whales for several minutes.  Charlie and I went along with it cheerily as Addie and Ruby cried until the end of the hazing.  How could we be upset at Joe with all that lingering pride soaking through us too?  Let's just say we sat further back at the dolphin show.

We chose the photo of Joe above to use in a video the girls' dance teacher is putting together to honor military veterans at their spring recital.  Her own husband has served for many years and is away from their family many months at a time.  That must be very difficult, and yet she is very passionate about honoring what her husband does.  Again, moved.  Thanks to him and Joe and all our veterans.  I can't imagine the experiences you've had and the sacrifices you've made to have our backs the way you do.

Lemon Marmalade

We're heading to Florida in the spring with the kids.  Although we have plans to go to Sea World and otherwise bask in the sun by a pool or beach, I'm really hoping I can convince the family to take a little citrus tour.  In the spirit of those hopes, I picked up a bunch of lemons (ok, they're from CA, not FL), and I've made my first batch ever of lemon marmalade.  Only two ingredients go into this recipe I merged from about.com and The Blue Chair Jam Cookbook:  lemons and sugar.  It's an awesome, if not slightly uppity, gift for a culinary friend, and it's fantastic on toasted anadama bread.  Directions are below.

What you'll need:

a dozen lemons

4 cups of sugar

4 cups of water

6 to 8 half pint mason jars and lids, sterilized

First thing:  Buy your lemons at the market, or pick them if you're lucky enough to have access to a tree.  If bought at the market, whether or not they're organic, they may be coated with some kind of wax used for the purpose of preservation.  You don't want that in your final product, whatever you're using the lemons for, so you'll want to remove the wax.  I boiled a pot of water, poured it over my lemons, scrubbed each one with an unused plastic kitchen scrubby, then rinsed them again with super-hot water.

Now onto the marmalade adventure, and it was an adventure.  First peel your lemons.

I used a small cheap paring knife, as my veggie peeler didn't do the job.  Make sure to cut the peelings into small thin pieces, appropriate for the size you'd want in your marmalade.

Then make sure the white bitter stuff is off of your lemons.  Yes, I used the same paring knife.  Next, cut your lemons cross-wise into 1/4 inch pieces, making sure to remove every seed along the way.  This is a time-consuming process, but don't fret!  The end result is worth it.  Now put the peelings, lemon innards, and 4 cups of water into a covered container, then into your fridge overnight.

Take your container out of the fridge in the morning, stir up the mixture, and bring to a constant simmer over medium heat for about an hour.  Then add the sugar, and bring the mixture to a boil until the sugar has dissolved.  Bring again to a constant simmer for about an hour, checking the temperature with a candy thermometer as it cooks.  Once your temp reaches 215 degrees, make sure to keep an eye on your mixture and stir constantly.  When it reaches 220 degrees, remove your pot from the heat.  Fill sterilized jars, add lids, then boil in a water bath for 10 minutes.

I am an inexperienced marmaladian; however, I was assured by trustworthy marmalade aficionados that my efforts resulted in the right amount of sweet balanced with just the right amount of bitter.  It was a fun and different task for this New Englander, and one I will try again with oranges upon our arrival home from Florida.  Can I bring fresh-picked oranges back with me on a plane?  Next task.

   

  

Making Fortune Cookies

Addie told me she thought it would be cool to bring something other than cupcakes to school for her little birthday celebration in her kindergarten classroom.  And that is what we did.  Rather proud of myself, I must say.

It started out by me frantically Googling "How to make fortune cookies" after promising them to my almost-six-year-old.  Most of the recipes are similar.  Here's my version of some of those recipes combined:

2 egg whites

1/2 tsp vanilla

1/3 tsp almond extract

3 Tbs veggie oil

8 Tbs flour

1 1/2 tsp corn starch

1/4 tsp salt (not sure this is necessary at all)

8 Tbs sugar

3 tsp water

Make sure to create your fortunes first.  I wrote them myself, but you could print them off too.  A glass of wine may be required for the creativity necessary for completing this part, or invite a good-humored friend over to help you.  Make them fun!

Beat together the egg whites, vanilla, almond, and oil until bubbly.  Then stir together the flour, starch, salt and sugar in a separate bowl.  Then stir in the water.  Add the flour mix into the egg mix and stir until it's creamy.  Now, here's the important part.  You have to be super-quick once the cookies come out of the over so as to not allow them to harden before you add fortunes and fold them up.  Because I tended NOT to be super-quick in my first try at these, I only baked 5 at a time.  Otherwise I was too late.  So, for each cookie, you'll put about a Tbs-sized dollop of batter on your greased cookie sheet.  Once you have as many as you think you can handle, put your sheet in the oven at 300 for 12-15 minutes.  When the edges are just starting to turn golden, take the cookies out of the oven.  Quickly use a spatula to transfer a cookie to your hand, then place your (extremely creative) fortune in the middle. Fold the cookie over the fortune, then fold the middle fold back on itself again.  It was helpful for me to look at a photo of an actual fortune cookie while doing this.  Then place the hot folded cookie into a muffin pan, where it is more likely to keep its shape until it firms up.

Once the cookies are cool, go ahead and melt some chocolate, add sprinkles, and throw them in the fridge (on wax paper or tin foil) until the chocolate firms, then remove to a covered container.

For the purpose of bringing them into Addie's class, we put each cookie in a cupcake liner.  A little warning:  Some of the fortunes seemed to stick a little bit to the cookie.  It's all about making sure the cookies are baked just enough but not too much.  

Oh, and did you know that fortune cookies are an American invention?  One story goes, a Chinese-American baker in California saw that many people in his town were struggling, so he decided to make cookies with positive "fortunes" enclosed to brighten their days.  

I love this idea and intend to use it myself.  Confucius says, good fortune (cookies)  to you!

Breakfast of Champions

Several years ago, when Joe and I both had great jobs and we weren't penny pinching so much, we bought several of the best small appliances a kitchen could need.  We picked up a full-sized Cuisinart, a very rugged blender, and an electric citrus juicer, among other necessary kitchen items.  Today we still have the blender, having replaced a few parts over the years, but all the other items went out in the trash with broken motors.  Last year at my mom's church yard sale, we picked up an old-school citrus juicer-- you know, the kind you just stick half an orange on and smush into a small cup underneath.  Yesterday morning we made fresh orange juice and ate fresh wood-fired oven bread (thank you Robin, of Wildflour Breads), spread with fresh peanut butter I whipped up in our cheap no-name-brand food processor.  Talk about the highlight of our weekend.  The kids loved it, and now I'm thinking of saving up for a real peanut butter  processor.  I mean really-- jam and peanut butter.  Why didn't I think of this sooner?

 

The New Kitchen

I have no excuses for not writing, other than that I really have been making a ridiculously humungous amount of jam and pickles for holiday orders.  Oh, and the guys have been building our new kitchen in the basement.  Seriously, I have a kitchen now just for making jam and pickles, and for whatever else I might choose to cook or bake in small or big amounts.  Just yesterday I made a batch of strawberry jam, using the same old-school recipe I've always used-- oh but 8 times the called for ingredient measurements -- and poured out just about 60 jars of the sweet stuff.  SIX.  ZERO.  This might not be a big deal to our local jam gurus Stonewall Kitchens, but to me it is an amazing feat.  Normally a batch of jam produces five to seven half-pint jars.  Now I can make bigger batches, and I do not have to forfeit any quality in doing so.  And if being super-psyched about the kitchen wasn't enough, I made Joe (well, he did it willingly really) set up a television in the kitchen so I can peruse my Netflix options while cooking.  He is certain that once I'm officially using the place commercially, I'll set up a cot in there and will never be seen again.  I've told him that I will likely have to come upstairs to use the bathroom once in a while, so no worries.

Here's a glimpse.

You only get one before photo, and you don't get any of what is the horrifying reality that is the rest of our basement.

And After.  

And the equipment.  12 gallon steam kettle.  Gas range.
What more does a girl need?

Don't judge.  I'm getting organized.

Blueberry Wedding

A customer who found me on Etsy sent this lovely photo of her wedding favors in action.  Thanks for sharing your presentation with us!  I'm thrilled to have been a part of such a meaningful and memorable day.