This is my first solo attempt at making any kind of fruit jam or jelly. As a child, I’d picked brambles with my family and been involved in the jam making process. So, I had a vague memory of what was involved:
So, naturally I had lots of questions. Lots and lots… and lots.
While I was in Coventry market, I got chatting to one of the stall holders and discovered someone who reputedly makes scrummy blackberry and apple jelly. I asked her a lot of my questions. I hope that she found it all rather amusing. I’ve promised her a small jar of what I make. My mum and Delia online answered the remaining questions.
I’m definitely not a jam making guru. Tee hee… But I’ve got a taste for it and answers.
What kind of sugar should I use?
I was making bramble jelly and I used granulated sugar
What’s the sugar to fruit ratio?
I washed my fruit, can I start when they’re still wet?
My mum suggested that I wait for the fruit to dry first and pat them dry with a kitchen towel. I considered patting dry 2kgs of brambles and decided that I’d wait for them to sort of air dry.
How long do I need to let the concoction simmer for?
As long as it needs to…. my mum said 15 minutes. Perhaps the rarified air in Scotland causes the sugar/fruit mix to turn into jam quicker. Not in my case. They were simmering for at least an hour.
Do I need to use a muslin cloth?
No, I used a metal sieve and it was good enough.
What quantity of apples do I want to put in for 2kgs of brambles?
Probably equal. I put in 1.5kgs.
How do I know when the jam is done?
When the liquid has a thin film that bunches up when you touch it gently with a sharp metal implement.
In contrast to this:
And the most important question of all, how did it taste?
It tastes a wee bit tart. Next time I’ll add in some more sugar. I like it and I hope that Coventry market stall lady likes it too.
ps. Growing up in Scotland, bramble jelly is what we called blackberry jam. Jelly because the seeds have been strained out of the jam. I didn’t make a jelly out of the thorns and bushes… but I have plenty scratches on my arms from my summer of picking brambles.