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Wednesday, July 31, 2013

How to Bottle Summer

 The title of this blog post is a little misleading. Because really, if you could bottle summer, kids across America would be buying out jars and sucking the universe dry. Picnics, lazy days, vacations, travel and sunshine. Who wouldn't want to save up a little of that to crack open on those dreary January days? After living through one winter in Alaska, I've learned that you must savor all things summer while you can.  

Around the clock sunshine, moderate temperatures, and amazing landscapes are just a part of why so many people flock to Alaska during the summer. But, it’s short lived and there is only a little while longer until the snow flies again. So, imagine my delight at learning that I can bottle up a little of this summer magic.

The ragged beauty of wildflowers is one of my favorite things about summer. The jeweled blues of the regal bluebonnets, wide fluffy clusters of queen anne’s lace, and even the bright yellow dandelion create the color of summer. Alaska is abundant with color. One of the most well known wildflowers here is the fireweed.  Fields are blanketed with the thick, pink flowers.  



It's a delight to see these flowers along the sides of the road. Even better is that they are edible, and right now it's jelly making time in Alaska. These little pink petals become sweet, fragrant goodness in a jar that will surely put a damper on this winter's blues.

This is new to me, since I haven't lived here long. So, my friend Deanna showed me the process. It turns out that this was really easy,fun and something great to do with kids. 

Start by picking the wildflowers. We got most of ours from our back yard. You'll need enough to fill two cups tightly packed with the blooms.  


Pluck the blooms from the stem being careful that you look them over as you will find a few bugs here and there and you don't want that in your jelly.

Once you've done that, you need to pour 2 1/2 cups of boiling water over the petals. Almost immediately you'll see the color drain out of the flowers. Let it cool for a bit, then cover the bowl and leave it in the refrigerator over night. 


When you're ready to begin making your jelly, strain the flowers and juice through some cheesecloth or another jelly straining bag. You just want to keep the juice. I thought I had messed up here because the juice was a dirty brownish color. However, here's where the kids will have a lot of fun.  Put the fireweed juice in a large stockpot and add 2 tablespoons of lemon juice. The color will change before your eyes to this really pretty electric pink. 



Add 3 1/4 cups of sugar and 1/2 teaspoon of butter to the mix and stir, heating the mixture to a full rolling boil.




Let the mixture boil for  one minute, then add 6 tablespoons of pectin. Stir, allowing all the pectin to dissolve and bringing the mixture back to a boil for one more minute, then remove from the heat.  Some locals swear by liquid pectin. I used the powdered pectin and it worked just fine. I'd say just use what you're most comfortable with. If it doesn't set, you'll be left with fireweed syrup which would be awesome too.



Fill warm, sanitized jars with the mixture and place in a water bath to seal. 



There you have it. A little Alaska summer in a jar!  Thank you to Deanna and all my local friends for sharing their tips and tricks.


Fireweed Jelly

Ingredients:
2 C. tightly packed flower blooms
2 1/2 C. water
2 Tblsp. lemon juice
3 1/4 C. sugar
1/2 tsp. butter
6 Tblsp. pectin (This amount may change depending on the type of pectin you are using.)

Directions:
Place only the blooms in a mixing bowl.  Bring water to a boil and pour over the blooms. Let cool, seal and place in the refrigerator overnight. Strain bloom mixture through a cheesecloth  keeping only the juice. Combine fireweed juice, lemon juice, sugar and butter in a stockpot and bring to a boil, stirring constantly. Allow the mix to boil for 1 minute. Mix in pectin bringing to a boil again for another minute. Remove from heat. Add jelly to warm, sanitized jars. Place jars in a water bath to allow them to seal. 








Thursday, July 25, 2013

Writing with Muskox

Sometimes you have to get out of your own head and out of your idealized version of how things are supposed to go to get things done. Let’s take a look at the writer’s life for instance. Here’s how I picture it: a low burning fire, a light crackling sound, in a leather wing-backed chair with a mug of coffee. Right!  Not when you're the taxi driver for three very busy kids.



Here’s how it really is, at least for me. First of all, I’m writing a blog post about absolutely nothing because I simply have to get something out there since it’s been ever so long since I’ve done so. Am I sitting in a quaint little coffee shop with bohemian cohorts that are studiously typing away or sketching in little notebooks? No. Am I lounging on a rock overlooking a picturesque lake that will inspire Thoreau like descriptions winning me the admiration of all my writer friends? No. Well, where the heck are you? (I hear you asking this in my head)

I am parked beside a muskox farm, cramming my laptop between me and the steering wheel of my pickup truck waiting for my son at cross-country practice. Yea, that’s not really what I had in mind as the idyllic writer’s life. But, the more I travel and explore, I realize that the muse can come in all packages. So, I think I can appreciate this spot. This will be a new trend, I think, everyone will want to find their own muskox farm to write by.  

However, as I swat at the thousandth mosquito and roll up my window for the hundredth time, I am beginning to doubt myself. 

My husband sums it up best, “Ahh, the beauty of the muskox. Inspiring in stature and majestic composition as well as pleasing to the nose. Reminds one of a smelly platypus, if there is such a thing.” 



                                                                                      www.alaskawildlife.org
                                                                               Isn't this the sweetest face?

   

There really is no requirement for a “writing spot”. Wherever you can find to put your butt in the seat and put pen to paper is the ideal place. That’s the brilliance of writing. You can really do it just about anywhere. I’m thinking the shower might be difficult, but I’m sure there's someone out there who has done it.

My writing spot may not be the most charming, but having the time to sit down to a keyboard and dream is a blessing. So, wherever your inspiration comes from, whether it be under the lamplit haze of Guiness in a darkened pub, or out among the muskox-- write on dear friends, write on.