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If it is early July, it’s Strawberry season in Maine
Saturday, July 7th, 2007Yep…. long time readers will remember this from last year. It is jam-making time! I loved the comment last year when someone told me they almost licked their screen! 
Here is what 45 pounds of strawberries looks like (above). The past two years we have picked our own, but (big surprise!) Paul and I picked 30 of the 38 pounds, while the two boys picked 8 pounds and fussed. Well, Paul’s rotator cuff is torn (surgery in 2 weeks, and not soon enough he ways) so he can’t pick, and he agreed it was unreasonable to expect me to pick that much. Plus, we RAN OUT of 38 pounds worth of jam. OK, 38 pounds minus munchies during creation….. So thanks to Mr. Bellmore at Spears U-pick farm, he set aside four flats for me (the cost is a little more than U-pick…and I think it is worth it!!!!). They were ready Monday. Monday evening I hulled and washed the berries (for hours):
This is what 42 pounds of strawberry hulls looks like:
Then on Tuesday I made jam until I ran out of pectin (we bought more on the way to the Sea Dogs game in Portland). Then I sliced the remaining berries, minus a colander’s worth of really good, ripe ones with stems left on.
Eli, smart lad that he is, remembered when I had made chocolate dipped berries in Friday Harbor (at least 4 years ago…when he was 5!) and suggested we do it again. So we did. Alas, I let the chocolate get too hot, so they weren’t as pretty as they could be, but who cares…they tasted good! Melting the white chocolate chips was not successful, tho.
On Wednesday, I spent the entire day making up the rest of the jam. I use Pomona’s brand Universal Pectin, which is designed to use low sugar or honey. For 40+ pounds of berries, I used less than 15 pounds of sugar! That means my jam tastes like BERRIES, not sugar! The boys love it, and I love that they love it. We ended up with 42 pints, in mostly pint jars (until they ran out when I used half-pint jars, which the boys can vacuum up in a day!!!!!) There are 8 pint jars hidden in this picture, to the left of the microwave and behind the first row….
And to justify all the work, had to add one more photo of Eli surveying a year’s worth of jam: Then I had to box ’em all up and haul them down to storage in the basement. May splurge and (for the first time in 4 years) make raspberry jam later, too! Gonna let Mr. Bellmore pick them, too (well, his farm hands!).
And as an aside…totally cool: Mr. Bellmore rents his farm, for 25+ years, from the Spears family, which has owned the land since 1735 (down in Warren on Route 1, a mile up from the intersection with Route 90). When I asked about the heavenly-scented tree between the house and the farm stand, turns out it was a gift from the US Ambassador to Japan to the family…. in 1865! It isn’t supposed to grow this far north. It is now taller than the 2 story house, and Bellmore has a picture of it beside the house from the late 1800s when it was a bit taller than a man! Way cool! If I get back down there for the raspberries before I head to California, I’ll take a picture of the tree. Mr. Bellmore said he has tried to grow seedlings and cuttings, but they always get killed off, yet the big tree thrives.
