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  • The Markets: Any of the farmers markets in Chicago that I work throughout the week.
  • The Orchard (aka the Farm): 81 acres in Southwest Michigan, about 2.5 hours from Chicago.

 

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  • Peter: My boss and chief fruit slinger.
  • Lupe: Farm foreman. Lives at the orchard and directs the day-to-day agricultural labor.
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    Entries in rhubarb (2)

    Tuesday
    30Jun2009

    Strawberry-rhubarb preserves

    I already had the rhubarb. I had to buy the berries.

    I showed up at the market Sunday to meet the guy coming in from Michigan with more fruit. And I helped him unload blueberries. And I helped him unload raspberries. And I helped him unload fraises des bois.

    But there were no strawberries.

    It's coming to the end of the season, but we were hoping to have more.

    Specifically, I was hoping to have more. For me. To turn into jam on my day off. I had visions of strawberry-rhubarb preserves. But I needed the strawberries.

    So I walked over to another stand and paid for fruit.

    They were gorgeous berries.

    Now all I needed was a recipe.

    I settled on honey-sweetened strawberry-rhubarb preserves, from Preserving Summer's Bounty.

    [And when I say I settled on it, I'm leaving out a whole uninteresting block of text wherein I describe how I twittered about looking for a recipe, and then got a helpful response from @floriole, but then discovered that the book she recommended — Mes Confitures: The Jams and Jellies of Christine Ferber  — was not available at the library, so I put it on hold for later. And then I wrote a friend about which recipe I should use — because he's at home with a baby and thus has plenty of time to just research my fruit queries — and exchanged emails with him about it. Did I say I was leaving this all out? I lied.]

    I'll warn you: This is going to take all day. Not all day in the slaving-constantly-over-a-hot-stove sort of way, but all day in the start-at-9am-and-finish-by-3pm sort of way — mostly because you have to let the berries and the honey sit together for a while, to draw out the juices.

    Ingredients:

    • 1 1/3 cup honey
    • 4 cups of washed, stemmed and thickly sliced strawberries
    • 4 cups of washed, diced and unpeeled rhubarb
    • 3 Tablespoons of lemon juice

    Directions:

    Drizzle 1/3 cup of the honey over the berries and let stand in a cool place for three to four hours.

    Combine the strawberries, their juice, the rhubarb, the lemon juice and the remaining honey in a medium enamel of stainless steel saucepan. (Using aluminum for this may give a metallic taste to the finished product.)

    Bring slowly to a boil, stirring occasionally.

    [Instant message exchange during the writing of this post: "How long does it take you to write a blog entry?" "Between 5 minutes and forever. This one is tending toward the latter."]

    Cook at a low boil for 15 to 20 minutes, until the syrup has thickened. Stir frequently to prevent sticking.

    Remove from the heat and skim off the foam. (I always set the foam aside, refrigerate it, and stir it into yogurt.)

    To can:

    Pour into hot, scalded half-pint jars, leaving 1/4-inch of headspace. Seal and process for 10 minutes in a boiling-water bath.

    * * *

    With this recipe, I filled four half-pint jars, with a few tablespoons left over.

    With the jars boiling away, I reached into the drawer for a spoon.

    The soft-pink preserves are lightly sweet and tangy.

    Monday
    15Jun2009

    "So, can you juice rhubarb?"

    She and I were standing across the table from each other, a pile of rhubarb between us.

    "So, can you juice rhubarb?" she asked.

    "Well, I know you can chop it up and toss a bit into a smoothie."

    "But can you juice it?"

    "I don't know . . . I mean, I imagine you could. I wouldn't think the yield would be all that great. And it's sour so you're going to want to use it along with something else."

    "Is it alkaline?"

    "Is it what?"

    "Is it alkaline?"

    "I . . . don't know." You could fill a book with what I don't know about the chemistry of rhubarb. And yet I spoke up. "I mean, it's pretty sour. Would that make it acidic?"

    "I think I heard it was alkaline," she said.

    This is when I considered standing very, very still and not making a sound, hoping that she would give up and go away.

    Experience has taught me that we were on the brink of a lecture about raw food or juice fasts. If you tell me about those things, you can expect a blank stare — and a scathing blog entry about you later.

    If I have the time and energy.

    I don't always have the time and energy.

    * * *

    Twitter was conceived as a way for strangers to tell you what they think about the weather and what they had for lunch.

    You're thinking, "Isn't that what blogs are for?" And of course you're right.

    But with Twitter, this discourse can finally take place in real time. You can know what kind of sandwich I'm eating before I'm even done eating it.

    Say, this post about Twitter reminds me: Fruit Slinger is on Twitter.

    I'm not going to lie to you: It's a mixed bag. I've posted some interesting things on Twitter:

    But they're not all exactly solid gold:

    • Strawberries!
    • Rhubarb fever!

    So please think very carefully before you decide to follow Fruit Slinger on Twitter.

    Worth noting: If you are not ready to succumb to the ridiculousness that is Twitter, the same steady drip is available via an RSS feed.