Posts Tagged ‘Cobbler’

All Day Apple Butter

Friday, March 29, 2013

Apple Butter March is the month that begins the transition between a cold blustery winter and the warm sparkle of spring. It’s a time when I clean the fridge and freezers, taking stock of the kitchen pantry and preparing for an end of winter stocking up trip. Bins full of chicken and duck and lamb are removed and counted, assessing our livestock needs for the coming spring and summer. Beef and pork are traded for or purchased from local growers when needed.

It’s a time when the wood pile dwindles, frost protection comes off delicate plants, down blankets are removed from the beds and replaced with lighter weight cotton covers.

It’s a time for moving patio furniture out into the garden, adorning it with plush cushions, waiting for an afternoon of lingering and laziness.

And, it was during this clean out and changing of seasons that I discovered a lone brown bag tucked way in the back of the fridge. With my new job and hours spent on work and farm projects sometimes things go astray and are forgotten about in the rush of the schedule. But, never fear, not much goes to waste on our homestead. That’s just the way we are…frugal to a fault—sometimes.

In this case I wasn’t resurrecting some decimated old piece of produce. Rather, slightly aged heirloom apples too ripe for fresh eating, but nonetheless good enough for cooking. There weren’t many, maybe half a dozen or so left over from an apple farm tour and tasting back when the warmth of summer was fading into the shadows and color of fall.

There were Heaven Scent, a small, dense, eating apple and a few Splendors, another larger, crisp eating apple, and a mystery apple, with dark skin and a slightly pinkish flesh. None were the best for pies or cobbler, but they were flavorful enough to make apple butter.

Fruit butters are kind of a misnomer because there isn’t any butter in them at all. They are highly cooked down spiced fruit that thickens as the moisture is evaporated away. The end result is smooth, spreadable, like room-temperature butter.

Almost any fruit can be made into a butter, but apple is the most common and popular followed by plum, pear and peach. A fall favorite is pumpkin butter that can be spread on bread or used in a variety of baked goods.

The advantage of fruit butters, especially for a small farm like mine, is that they can be made in small batches, using a small amount of fruit. They are also easy to make, use no pectin and use just half the sugar of regular jams or fruit preserves.

Conventional fruit butters tie you to a stove, stirring a bubbling pot for hours. Who has time for that! But, other methods, like the slow cooker, is more “fire and forget”, at least for most of the cooking process. This is the method I used.

Because I wasn’t using the amount of apples called for in the recipe I had to wing it on the spices. But, basically I…

  • Peeled, cored and chopped the apples, and added
  • Sugar
  • Ground anise
  • Ground cinnamon
  • Salt
  • Ground nutmeg
  • Ground ginger
  • Apple cider ( also left over from our tour)
  • Lemon juice

I placed all ingredients in the slow cooker, turned it on low and went about my farm work. By nightfall, I stirred everything well, hit it with my emersion blender, cracked the lid a bit and let it cook down more of the juices. The color was deep mahogany and the smell was nothing short of amazing.

After a few more hours of cooking, my butter was ready to can. Fruit butters are canned the same way you can jam, with a 10-minute water bath to seal the deal. Any butter that won’t fit in the jars can be stored in the fridge and used in the coming week.

When all was finished we ended up with 3 full jars of canned butter and small container for immediate eating. Now we can enjoy the flavors of fall on toast, English muffins, pancakes, waffles and even in quick breads and cakes.

It’s the perfect reminder of a season gone by. But, it’s also a reminder that that season will come again. All you have to do is wait for it.

 

Simple Wealth and Winter Preps

Sunday, September 2, 2012

September is here, folks! I can hardly believe it is just one month until my beloved October. The thought of it makes my heart swell.

This long Labor Day weekend started early with a steel gray glimmer of morning and a breeze that glided over me, soft and cool; the first gentle kiss of autumn. It was still in the 50’s when I ventured outside in my sweatshirt and muck boots, watering and feeding chickens and rabbits. There are no leaves falling yet, but the world is changing, moving ever so slightly from one season to another. You can feel it in the sunrise. You can feel it in the change from our blistering August heat wave. You see it in the evening as the sun sets farther to the south and the rising moon throws a golden cast over the farm.

We are picking tomatoes and zucchini almost daily, little shards of insurance for a small family. A pint-sized mason jar filled with fresh herbs sits on the windowsill sending a wave of fragrance through the house. My lone sunflower is beginning to bloom, tall and big and yellow; the last survivor from marauding birds and scavenging chickens, and a few apples hang on the tree growing fat and juice, until they are plucked off and put into a pie or cobbler or spice bread. Some of the older hens that were beyond being good layers and a rooster were taken to the feed store to be given away.  I’ll hold on to the few good layers I have until spring then think about increasing the flock. Production is a big deal on our little farm and those who can’t pull their weight in stocking the kitchen don’t stay around to waste precious feed. Sounds harsh I know, but that’s the reality of farm life.

Winter preps are still at the forefront of my mind. I feel an urgency about getting this farm settled for a long winter, maybe even more so than in past years. The agricultural meteorologist, the one all the farmers listen to for weather forecasts, is calling for an El Nino winter; and that can mean only one thing — RAIN — and lots of it. Making sure the farm is set to handle such storms drives my actions.

The new batch of meat birds is slatted to arrive next week and now that the opossum family has been caught and relocated I am more excited than ever to get some meat in the freezer. I still have a few half chickens left. There are also packages of lamb, the ducks we raised in spring and containers of soup base and cooked down chicken carcasses that can be made into casseroles and potpies. The pantry is pretty well stocked with dry goods like beans, lentil, rice, barley and pasta; all the makings for a hearty and warm winter meal; and with Brianne off to college even the smallest amount of meat and veggies seem to go farther. Even with all this, I’ll make a stock up trip to fill in and take advantage of prices before we see increases caused by this summers’ drought.

The greenhouse now has a roof, a barrier from the wind and rain. The plan is to finish the walls this weekend. With any luck the whole thing will be done in a week or so and I can begin planting root veggies and salad greens in the fall garden. Maybe I’ll even try a few potted veggies that can stay in the greenhouse over winter. One of the nice things about living in an area where you can garden 365-days is that we do not have the pressure to “get seeds in the ground” like other areas of the country.

I still have firewood to bring in and the house to switch over from summer to winter. My list is made and it’s thrilling to cross things off. By the time wood smoke circles the farm we’ll be ready, mark my words. This will be a warm and comfy farm house, glowing and smelling of winter.

I am smiling, folks, for these are all small banks of insurance. Money may be nice, but it can’t beat a warm stew fresh from the farm. Now that’s simple wealth!

Eating like Kings

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

rainy day recipes
We woke up this morning to the sound of pounding rain. In my previous life (before my world revolved around gardens and livestock and feeding) waking up to rain was one of my favorite things—contemplative and simple. Today however, it means sloshing in a downpour to take care of damp and hungry animals. But, we have developed a blueprint for mornings such as these. First, we bundle ourselves in layers of warm clothes, then cover it all with a barn coat and mud boots, ready to face any angry morning. We greet the dogs cheerfully, taking a few minutes to rub bellies and kiss wet noses before we make the mad dash out to the barn. The dogs watch patiently from the doorway. Cowards!

The weekend was delicious. A home cooked breakfast of farm fresh eggs, laid by our feisty pack of hens; handmade Breakfast Sausage we learned to make from our friendly butcher Kent; and warm buttermilk biscuits smothered with butter and homemade blueberry jam or topped with local honey. It makes venturing out into any angry winter morning easier when there’s a hot breakfast waiting when you return.

It hits me once in a while that so many of our meals come from our backyard. We spent the weekend devouring farm eggs for breakfast, soup made from our own chickens for lunch and a hearty lamb tagine for dinner. In a few months there will be greens and peas from the garden for salads and early berries for cobbler or popovers. Savoring every bite makes all the sweat and blisters and achy muscles worth it. Really!

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