Wow. Perhaps it’s just that my Catholic upbringing is still really residually strong (goodness knows the last time I went to mass: perhaps in service to some dear person’s wedding or funeral, but it has been a while) but Saturday morning whilst canning up some peaches I started reciting the Act as if whom I was offending with the commission/omission of my sins was the winter pantry!
(For those blissfully unaware, the leadoff of a penitent’s confession to one’s priest begins with reciting the first line of the Act of Contrition, following with how long it’s been since the penitent last took the rite of Penance. “It’s been two weeks,” you’d say, or “It’s been twenty years.”)
MY “act” was recited in reference to the fact that it had been almost a month since I last put away some fruit!
Peach jam and peach/cranberry conserve
Ah, the wonder that is small-batch jams, conserves, preserves: you can really mix it up. I am awash in peaches now, finally ripening in my car (more on that in a minute), and I am still going through the freezer to use up the old stuff. *Why* ripen peaches in the car, El? No fruit flies that way, and it’s nice and cool in the garage. Granted, I just can’t go anywhere, but that’s fine.
Mix it up and try some small-batch jams. Generally using only 3-4 cups of fruit, 2-3 cups sugar (or not), they stew in a large saucepan, reducing all that juicewater nicely, until you have some delicious thick jam. I find it a good way to use up the tail ends of a fruit harvest, or to find a place for some frozen fruit.