We're making Fig Preserves!
Our Friends Lil and Ben came for a visit last weekend, and brought some lovely figs and blackberries and raspberries from their home garden. When they got here on Friday, we started getting the figs into their sugar-soak so they could create all that luscious syrup in the fridge overnight. A bobbing wash in the big pan, a nip of the little stem, then just a finger-pinch to pull them open and crush them just a bit.
Sugar on, ready to stir in. A drop of the wonderful new vanilla they brought me from
, and a couple of wisps of lemon peel, paper thin and fragrant. Mexico
Ready for their sleep,
A long gentle simmer on Saturday morning, til they were thick and bluppy in the pan, with a gleam like spun candy:
The finished figs---I think there were more than a dozen jars. I turn all canned goods upside down to cool, especially things which don’t go into a water-bath for processing. The boiling syrup or jam or jelly insures sterilization of the jar, and flipping it at once scalds the bare space at the top and inside of the lid. Don’t be dismayed by the “head-space” gap---when the jars taper, the half-inch left at the top looks like much more when flipped.
I missed getting pictures of the putting-into-jars and of the handy little green insert they have for the water-bath. It’s like Silpat, I think, able to withstand all the high temperatures, fits into any pasta pot, and holds six halfpints neatly through their boiling. It has little detachable handles, (and got left IN the drained pot after the last batch, which is one of the reasons they’re coming back by today).
Chris saw the finished-with pot, just sitting on that huge cast-iron stove, still gleaming with heat, so he dumped the hot water and set the pot back in its place. How we missed that neon-green little insert is beyond me---it's vibrant and BRIGHT, and if I canned any more, I'd certainly want one.
Len made five big loaves of Zucchini-Blueberry Bread before we went out for the afternoon, and we came home and canned a batch of Preserved Figs (a different method and product) after we went to dinner.
Moiré non on figs, bread, meals together, visiting.