Getting in a Pickle

September 15, 2013

stressyEach year, as summer turns to autumn, I find myself facing a period of particular psychological stress. My days are tense from morning through till late at night. I rarely find time to put my feet up, and at night I lie in bed, thinking over what I’ve done that day, worrying over whether I’ve done enough and fretting about what I need to do tomorrow. I am completely consumed by a simple four-letter word: GLUT.

My problem, you see, is that I’ve been taught never to let anything go to waste and that, if you can’t eat something today, you must do something with it so you can eat it another time. And what do I see everywhere I look at this time of year? I see abundance. I see our neighbour selling piles of gorgeous tomatoes, tempting me at a ridiculously cheap price. I see my apple tree laden with beautiful sharp Coxes that I have never been able to store fresh successfully, and the vine laden with gleaming bunches of purple grapes. I see the grass around my allotment covered with the prettiest little yellow plums that have fallen from the tree in the garden at the back. I am given carrier-bags full of Bramleys from my friend who knows I’ll be good at using up anything she can’t get through herself. The rose bushes on the green near my house call me with their brightly-coloured rosehips. And at the back of my house are brambles laden with glistening, plump purple blackberries and a hedgerow full of sloes. What on earth am I going to do with it all?!

So, I set to in a wild frenzy.  I make copious amounts of roasted tomato passata. I lay up jars of apple sauce to go with my pork over the coming year, and not a few jars of heavenly Bramley lemon curd to slather all over our toast. I bake plum cakes and put them in the freezer and make layer upon layer of blackberry-and-apple leather. Jars of rosehip syrup adorn my shelves, and as the weather turns colder my thoughts turn to sloe gin. The one thing I don’t do, despite the title for this post, is make pickle: I can’t stand the stuff!

apple sauceActually, if I’m really honest, I quite enjoy myself at this time of the year and spend most of my time in a haze of self-contentedness: the kind of smugness that only comes from knowing that you have a larder full of nature’s finest. The art of preserving seems to me to be the epitomy of living lightly. For one, of course, it is generally free. To me, it is an act that takes us away from our society’s emphasis on money and shows me that some of the nicest pleasures are found in things that have cost very little.  For another, it stands against our culture’s appalling embrace of waste and it fosters a greater appreciation of the local and the seasonal, and a connection with the land that has produced it. So, we’ll eat lots of it while it’s available; store lots of it for eating later, and then be brave enough to go without it until the season comes round again (and that’s fine because we’ll be enjoying something else by then anyway). It is also a wonderful inspirer of generosity: what can be better than sharing something delicious that you’ve made with those around you? And, in a society obsessed with speed, the time taken to peel, chop, stir and pour can take on a somewhat meditative quality, freeing the mind to think and reflect.

If I’ve inspired you to give it a go, then here are a few tips to get you started:

  • If you’ve never done any preserving, try one thing and see how you get on (Pam Corbin’s River Cottage book on Preserves is my Bible at this time of the year).
  • Don’t be fooled into buying lots of expensive preserving kits. Whatever the books say, you really can re-use jam jars, just make sure they’re scrupulously clean.
  • Keep your eyes peeled for free produce. You’ll start seeing the world around you in a whole new way…
  • Ask around to see who may have a glut of something you can use.
  • Take your time, and enjoy the experience!

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  • Reply Micha Jazz September 16, 2013 at 9:11 am

    Yep. The insistence by parents that kids must clear their plates, and the subsequent sub conscious guilt those kids carry into adult life, must be one of the major factors behind the obesity problem in Uk and elsewhere. I always say eat what you want and leave the rest.

  • Reply Richard September 16, 2013 at 9:44 am

    Brilliant – I shall use your letter as an introduction to a Harvest Sermon

  • Reply Dave Evans September 16, 2013 at 11:36 am

    I found out this weekend that you can use some frozen fruit and veg to make chutneys and jams. Makes it all a bit more manageable. Some claim that frozen Seville oranges make better marmalade.

  • Reply Joanna September 17, 2013 at 11:43 am

    I agree with Dave. The freezer has been a boon this year as my time is short and the glut as big as ever. Just throwing stuff into the freezer to deal with later has saved my sanity. Mind you, I must remember I have got all that stuff and deal with it later, or the chickens will be eating well next year on the frozen remnants.

    • Reply ruthvalerio September 17, 2013 at 4:32 pm

      yes, that’s the problem with the freezer – I put stuff in there and then move onto other seasonal things as the year progresses and forget what’s in there.

  • Reply Joanna September 17, 2013 at 12:41 pm

    I have had my eye on that Preserves book for a while now and I think you have persuaded me I do actually have to have it! Now back to roasting plums! 🙂

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