A Plum Is A Plum, Is A Plum.
OK, in my infinite wisdom I typed up a whole blog on my plum experience, then deleted the whole thing with the touch of one tiny button. Yeapper, that’s me, with no way to retrieve it. So I will try this all over again.
I have this very pretty ornamental purple leaf plum tree out in the corner of my yard, it is a sight to see when it is in full bloom. Now the only way I could have it was if it didn’t bear fruit, according to my DH, he didn’t want to have to pick anything up off the ground.
OK, the first year it flowered and no fruit, second year it produced 12 pounds of this ping pong size burgundy plum, a tad bit bitter to eat by itself but made a wonderful jelly. I’m not one to let anything go to waste. Hubby at this point wasn’t happy it produced, so asked if I would trim it, well of course I would. No problem there, I cut it back to the main branches, giving it a “good” haircut. His comment when he came home was, “I think you killed it.” I did tell him to relax that it will grow again next year.
This Spring came and there was a bounty of wonderful white blossoms among the purple leaves. So pretty, I forgot to take a picture. Now remember I even have one of those little phones with a camera in it and I forget to use it.
Summer starts and hubby notices that we are getting plums again, he asks if i would make him a batch of jam this year with the “crop”. Well we watch, we wait, then one day he mentions that he thinks they are ready, of course my comment was, “I just checked them yesterday, they aren’t ready”. OK, summer in the Northeast has been HOT!! Everything is 2 weeks ahead of schedule, so to appease my hubby I walk out while he is mowing the lawn to re-check the tree. One of those “Yes dear things”.
To my surprise they were ready to pick, they were ripe! Now thinking about the year before I ran into the house and came out with 3 baskets in my arms and grabbed the ladder out of the garage. I got that look from hubby, you all know the one, that, “I told you so” look. So as he finishes the lawn I am filling baskets, I filled all 3, so I was thinking OK, have a few pounds there, now nothing to use to pick, hubby was done with the mowing and came over, he presented me with 3 boxes, the ones printer paper comes in, I gave him one of those looks, “like we are going to fill those”.
After I filled one 1/2 way and the cover to the box overflowing I was tired, so he took over picking while I went in to get us each a glass of ice cold water. He of course picks faster then I do, by the time I get out he has another box 1/2 full and there are still more on the tree. We were out picking a total of 1 1/2 hours. I had plums in everything I could put them in trying not to put more then 4 deep, maybe 5 deep, so as not to crust them.
So I have a ton of these burgundy plums sitting in my laundry room, covering 12 feet of counter space. what am I going to do with them, was all I could think. Hubby again said, hey, make some jelly. So after discovering I have no more small jars to use for jelly, I go to the store for 12 oz jars, 2 cases and pectin, I bought 4 boxes of pectin and another 10 pounds of sugar, just to be safe.
OK, I’m thinking, this is going to be a breeze, a few jars of jelly and I am done. Each batch of jelly filled 6 of the 12 ounce jars, I made 12 jars of straight Plum Jelly, then for a change in pace I tossed a vanilla bean into the syrupy mix while it cooked, oh the house smelled so good. So another 12 jars of Vanilla Plum Jelly. Now this took one day and it doesn’t look like I put a dent in the plum supply, i was dead tired by the time i was finished with the jelly that I called it a night and barely made it through cooking dinner, of course i still had to wipe the jars, label the jars and take them to the basement. Sorry, I just looked at them and said good night.
Now I had weighed all of the plums before using them, any of them, I ended up with 52.8 pounds of plums off a tree that wasn’t suppose to give me one plum. So standing in the doorway looking at probably 45 pounds or more left to deal with my mind started to work, think that cup of coffee helped some.
I went down to the basement and found 12 pint jars, I thought about the times during the holidays we had pickled crab apples, so why can’t you make pickled plums. Got my old stand-by Ball Blue Book out and a couple of other books. Cooked up a nice brime with vinegar, sugar and a few spices, cleaned and filled the jars with plums that would fit but were pretty. After all were processed I stood there looking at the little jewels in the jars, knowing I had to wait at least 2 weeks before i could even get a hint of how they tasted.
Did I mention, there is still a mountain of plums in the laundry room, staring at me. OK, back to the basement to check out jars, I came up with 24 jars that some store bought sauce had come in, my kids don’t make home made but do remember to save the jars for me. Well, what to do now? I was really getting tired of them staring at me, so I washed them all up and gave them homes in every large pot I could find, a 12 qt, 10 qt, 8 qt and a 5 qt pot were filled and there were still more of those little guys filling my sinks. How dare they!
I turned the burner on under each pot after adding a little water into them. A couple hours later, I had some soft broken down plums, oh boy, now what? Hey! people eat applesauce, so why not plum sauce. so after going through my sieve I ended up with 24 – 26oz jars of sweetened plum sauce. The most beautiful color of burgundy. Now you can either eat it plain like apple sauce, use it in breads, cakes, cookies or as an add on to BBQ sauce, Chinese plum sauce, oh the variety of uses is endless, but it seemed so were my plums and I was getting tired of those little jewels.
Now my laundry room counter is shared between canning jars and plums. Had to come up with something else to do with them. Then it struck me, Juice!! So I cooked them down and made 14 quarts of juice, I did not add any sweetener to it at all, I should add, never but never try to taste unsweetened plum juice, well not this variety. Can we say bitter to no end, eww! But 14 qts of processed juice is great, at anytime I can turn a qt into a batch of jelly, or just sweeten it for juice, or sweeten and freeze into a sorbet. Never but never think that there is ever only one use for what you can, bottle, dry.
After all jars where cleaned, i sat down at the computer and made some generic labels for them all to wear. carried them all down to the basement for a new home, they still sit there waiting for a shelf to be re-organized for them to fit on. But that is a different story.
Now I am eyeing an apple tree in the neighbors yard, the house is in foreclosure and going on the auction block, think anyone would mind if I just picked a few of those apples before they littered the yard?
Plus there are a few sumac growing in the park near me, just about time to pick and dry. I love free grocery shopping, plus no un-known additives. I hope my next report is of me surrounded by apples.
Date: September 3, 2010
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