Now it was time to do something with all that corn. My husband took a break from screening in our back porch and cleaning the chimney to shuck and boil 20 ears of corn. We had to boil it all in our big canning pot, it was so much corn! While the corn was boiling, I made a quick trip to a farm down the road to get some raw honey. I had used up all we had on the peaches and pairs, and needed more for the relish and jelly. Why am I using honey instead of sugar for all my canning, you may wonder? It is not due to any bad feelings about sugar, but more due to good feelings about raw, local honey. Since I’m using fresh, seasonal, organic produce (IPM in the case of the peaches) for canning, it felt like the sweetener should go along the same lines. When I was out at Morning Glory Farm buying the honey, I met the farmers and shared my relish recipe with them. They were really nice folks. So, with my two quarts of beautiful, dark wildflower honey from the coastal mountains, I headed back to the kitchen to make this wonderful corn relish from the Ball Blue Book of Preserving:
The corn relish canned beautifully, and I ended up with 12 pints! Then I began dicing peppers, onions and crabapples to make a pepper jelly. By this time, I was tired of being in the kitchen, so I just made a recipe up by the seat of my pants. I couldn’t even tell you what I did if I tried. But, at this point it is half-way done cooling, and mostly jelled up, so I hope it was a success. I ended up with 12 half-pints of beautifully colored pepper jelly.
As if this wasn’t all enough fun, we got a call from a neighbor down the road with raw milk who I had been playing phone tag with for a few days. After dinner, our whole family went over to the Ellsworth’s place. Mr. Ellsworth, or Dr. Ellsworth, I should say, is an old-timer Psychologist who works from home and keeps a beloved pet Jersey dairy cow, Daisy and her calf, Dolly. Daisy and Dolly live on three acres of green pasture and get all kinds of pampering from their owners. We were very fortunate to come at milking time, and the kids got to help milk Daisy. Her stall was immaculately clean, she munched happily on sweet smelling alfalfa while she was milked, and then went back out to the pasture with her calf. Then we got to watch the milk being poured and strained in the most sanitary garage set-up I could ever imagine. It was very impressive. We went home with our gallon of fresh, raw milk, a quart of homemade feta cheese, and an old stew hen for Monday night supper. I could have never hoped to get milk from a better place than this, and it’s just a few minutes away from home.
All in all, it was a very full weekend. I canned a lot of food, and had a lot of good local-food experiences. I had great conversations with several farmers over the course of the last three days, and I came away from each interaction with food for my family grown right here, close to home. Some of it came from right down the road, and some of it came from our own garden. All of it ended up in canning jars lining the shelves of my pantry, promising good things to eat this winter.
Kathie says
Such yumminess & a beautiful pantry, too!