A lingonberry banana jam recipe I found at the University of Alaska Fairbanks Cooperative Extension and almost didn’t dare to make, worried no one would want banana jam. Turns out it won Best of Show at the 2011 Marin County Fair.
This feels like a true holiday jam to me — a celebration in a jar. It’s true that there are a lot of ingredients at this party, but thankfully they all really like each other. Maybe it’s because of the champagne.
A few weeks ago, a nice man from POM Wonderful contacted me and asked whether he could send me a free case of pomegranate juice. That made me laugh. Then it made me think. If you’d spent most of your life feeling that you were an irredeemable screw-up in the kitchen, then you discovered that…
Wilderness preserving experiments — cranberry applesauce front and center I’ve had this simple recipe in my pocket since we got back from Alaska in September. At the end of August, we had a forest of lowbush cranberries (aka lingonberries) to pick around our cabin, but I thought I’d wait to post this until regular cranberries…
I had to wrestle this month’s Can Jam challenge to the ground. I love the ingredients that the Cosmic Cowgirl chose for us: apples, pears, and quince. (Stephanie is also the proprietress of a beautiful new preserving business, Confituras, in Austin, Texas.) I’d had a big success with my Quince-Orange-Cardamom Marmalade a few weeks ago….
If you have hot plum jelly — or if you want to make hot plum jelly — might I suggest that this would be a fine thing to do with it? These are golden fried wantons, stuffed . . .
“They dined on mince and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand on the edge of the sand They danced by the light of the moon, The moon, The moon, They danced by the light of the moon.” ~ from The Owl and the Pussycat, by Edward Lear…
The Pigeons Go to Church, Barcelona, 2003 I’ve been waiting all year to try this recipe, but when the time came, I was almost too lazy to do it. The end of October Can Jam week was rapidly approaching, and I just didn’t want to get off my butt and deal with a pile of…
When sorting rosehips, bring your patience. As someone who can’t stop putting food in jars, I sometimes get my priorities confused. On one hand, I have a compulsion to forage. I don’t know a lot of other middle-aged, middle-class women in Marin County who scale the fences of foreclosed properties or run off into the…
This isn’t what it looks like. Yes, it is a bunch of booze on a hotel bedspread. But I can explain. Today, I’m on an impromptu road trip to enjoy some fall color in Northern California. Yesterday, I happened to be at BevMo, ho-humming around the aisles while Stewart chose a bottle of wine for…
It’s impossible to hold on to a sour mood when you have three pounds of beautiful raspberries in a farm box on your lap. I tried, but it didn’t work. After a frustrating day on Wednesday, I was dragging when Stewart called to ask whether I wanted to meet him at our local farmer’s market….
Highbush cranberries aren’t really cranberries. They’re a robust shrub related to honeysuckle, and they grow wild in North America from Alaska to Newfoundland, crossing into some parts of the Lower 48. There’s even a rogue population in New Mexico. These berries are wonderfully glossy, almost luminescent, and their color is more rosy-orange than their namesake….