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Turkey Tracks: Remembering Winter

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Turkey Tracks:  August 21, 2013

Remembering Winter


Those of you who have read this blog for any length of time will know that in the midst of one season, I love to harken back to its opposite.

Friend Marsha Smith, a pioneer of Citizens for a Green Camden, sent me this picture of her adorable grandson, Devon, last winter.  And I saved it for just this moment when we are in the dog days of August.

Devon's frozen shirt

As an experiment last winter–probably around the time we had the blizzard which dumped up to five feet of snow on us, Devon hung out his t-shirt for a few minutes.

It froze solid–which you can tell by his expression that he loved.

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August 21, 2013 at 7:56 pm

Turkey Tracks: Gardens in the Watershed: Atkinson/Stich Successional Garden

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Turkey Tracks:  August 21, 2013

Successional Garden of Bo Atkinson and Alda Stich

The Atkinson/Stich Successional Garden has been forty-two years in the making.  Bo builds the alternative structures and Alda creates the fragrant perennial flower collections–fields of them.   A friend told me Alda did all the flowers for one of her children’s wedding–and that they were lovely.  Alda pioneered regional sales of fragrant perennial flower collections.

Out on the road, Bo has put up a sign that attempts to explain his structures:

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And here is the whimsical outer wall on the road through which the visitor passes:

Atkinson-Stich 2

I wish my grandchildren had been with me for this garden visit.  They, as I did, would have loved it:


Here’s the view of the house, which sits just beyond the wall:

Atkinson-Stich 3

I loved this curved woodwork.


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The back of the house has a grape-vine covered verandah that is cool and inviting–especially on the very hot day when we came to this garden.  People had gathered there to visit and enjoy one another.


This garden is designed to work with nature, not against it.  And Bo’s structures attempt the same goal.  Here is the building to the right of the house where seedlings are nurtured and protected:

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Both Bo and Alda work to encourage local bird, frog and beneficial insect habitats.  There was a small pond with an arching bridge that led to a structure on the left side of the property.  Paths snaked through Alda’s fields of flowers.  I left feeling that these folks were living in concert with their surroundings–and that whatever they did to the land were attempts to enhance its natural habits.

Turkey Tracks: Blackberry Jam

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Turkey Tracks:  August 21, 2013

Blackberry Jam

When I was growing up, we spent some of every summer with my maternal grandmother, Louisa Phillips Bryan, in Reynolds, Georgia.

I’m sure my grandfather, Sydney Hoke Bryan, was also involved–he was a quiet rock that held the family together.  And he was deeply involved in growing food and in preserving food.  He had a large vegetable and flower garden “out on the farm”–and in the summer he went out there early and returned with huge baskets filled with vegetables and flowers.  One of my vivid memories is the two of them putting up tomatoes in an outdoor kitchen they fashioned in the back yard under a shed.  And, I remember hams hanging in the smoke house too.

But it was my grandmother who made the blackberry jam in the summers.   And, later, my mother.  But mother’s blackberry making was always limited by having wild blackberries nearby to pick.  We were tasked with picking blackberries in the summers–though most of the berries we picked landed up in cobblers for “dinner”–which was in the middle of the day.  Local children used to bring the blackberries they had picked to the house for sale, and that’s when my grandmother made jelly.  I have memories of cheesecloth to drains off the seeds and of melting wax for the lids…  And of discussions about whether to seed the jam/jelly or not.

I have access to a blackberry patch here in Maine–and it has been the greatest joy to pick them and to make jam.  And I am so grateful for the wonderful family who allow me to pick their berries.  What a gift!

Some years are better blackberry years than others.  And, it takes a lot of blackberries to make a jam.  One year we had blackberries, but there had been no rain, and the berries just didn’t have enough moisture to make good jam.  And every three or four years it’s a good idea to mow the patch to retard the overgrowth of other plants trying, also, to grow there.  Eventually they will crowd out a blackberry patch.  So when I make a batch of jam, I never know how far I will have to stretch it so as not to completely run out.

This year is a GREAT blackberry year.  And last Sunday, I picked about two gallons alongside friends Giovanna McCarthy and Margaret Rauenhorst.  I came home and made the jam while the berries were fresh.  I was down to my last jar–and that was dated 2010.


The first thing you need to know is that when you are picking blackberries, be sure to pick about one not-so-ripe mostly red berry (not a hard red one) for about every 30 or so berries.  The red berries have pectin in them that will make the jam jell.

Also, you want to make any jam or jelly in SMALL BATCHES.  I made two separate batches with these berries.

The other thing you need to know is what the jelling point is for your geographic area–and that’s info you can determine from either an internet search or from a Ball Canning Book.  At my house here in Maine, it’s 216 degrees.  Down in town, it may be a bit different.  Obviously you’ll need a candy thermometer unless you have a knack for telling when the batch is ready.  I don’t.

I put all of the berries into a pan, add about a 1/2 cup of water so they don’t burn on the bottom, and heat them to render the juice.

Here’s the pan of berries starting to heat up–note how he berries start to turn red.  I like to use my heavy Creuset pan–the cast iron holds heat so beautifully and evenly.  Use a heavy bottomed pan–not a thin one.   I smash them with a potato smasher to help the juice-rendering process along

Blackberries cooking

When the berries have cooked about five minutes, you need to decide if you want seeds or not.  I put the berries through a mill and remove the seeds–though I always have a few escapees.  Do this process in the sink as there is some inevitable spattering and you don’t want blackberry juice staining surfaces in your kitchen.

Deseeding blackberry jam

Put the juice back into the cleaned pan and add sugar. .  For about 9 cups of berries, I add 6 cups of sugar.  The recipes call for more, but this ratio works fine for me.  Here the rendered juice is really booking along.  It’s RED, isn’t it?  I don’t attempt to skim any of the foam at the top.

Blackberries cooking 2

Watch your heat–you want a steady boil at pretty high heat, but you don’t want the pan to overflow or the batch to burn.  DON’T LEAVE THE KITCHEN.  You will want to start testing for the jell point any time now.  You don’t want tough jam.

While the batch cooks, put your clean jars and caps in HOT water in a bowl in your sink–and arrange a space on your counter where you can fill your jars.  I have a large ladle that I use to dip up the jam.

I LOVE my large canning funnel.  It fits all jar sizes and makes filling the jars easy.

Canning funnel

Fill the jars, leaving about 1/2 inch clear.  I used to top the jam with melted paraffin wax, but I don’t do that anymore.  The jam keeps just fine without it.

Screw on the lids really tight and with a protective towel (they are HOT), turn each one upside down–which creates a nice vacuum seal on each jar.  Watch to make sure you don’t have a leaky one where the threads were just not tight enough.  Be careful picking up a leaky jar–the jelly is HOT.

Blackberry jam, Aug. 2013

Label the tops–using a year date, too.  I also make blueberry jam, so sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference between these two jams in the jars.


Turkey Tracks: Black Trumpet Mushrooms

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Turkey Tracks:  August 20, 2013

Black Trumpet Mushrooms

Mushrooming is something I really like to do.

And I have not been in the woods mushrooming much in the past two years.

Here’s a whole basket of Black Trumpet mushrooms, some Golden Chanterelle mushrooms, and a few puffball mushrooms–all of which I found at the end of last week.  The puffballs are white and are lost in the basket in this picture.  There is no puffball that is poisonous, but I would not eat any mushroom that has grown in an area that has been sprayed with any kind of chemical.  So, avoid sprayed lawns and golf courses.


Black Trumpets, Aug 2013

I have a very nice video that I can’t get to upload–telling you how difficult these mushrooms are to see growing on the forest floor among the dried leaves of last year.  You don’t see the dark stems–what you see you see by looking straight down–and if you look at the tops of these mushrooms, you will see they appear as a light grey/brown.

Here’s what the pile looks like on the kitchen counter.  Now you can see the puffballs.

Black Trumpets 2

The Golden Chanterelles smell like apricots–and all of these mushrooms are delicious sautéed in a little butter or duck fat and added to a cream sauce, scrambled eggs with a bit of cheese, and  soups and stews.

I cleaned the trumpets–you have to snip the ends, open them a bit, and scrape out any debris or critter that has lodged in the funnel.  Mostly they are pretty clean.

I dried all but a few of the trumpets and ate the rest with a rich lamb stock I had going in the kitchen.


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August 21, 2013 at 6:30 pm