Delightful Pomegranate Jelly

 
Gudalupe Mountains with alfalfa in the foreground.
    Who says you can’t teach an old dog (me) new tricks?  My mama is experienced at jelling and preserves and all, and so when my brother’s pomegranates were ready, we picked them, seeded them, juiced them, jelled them, and jarred them.  SHHH – I’ll tell you a secret: it’s not that hard!  You need pomegranates, of course, pectin powder such as Sure-Jell, sugar, jars and lids and a canning funnel, and one or two large pots.  For juicing … well, I will explain what I did for there are many routes you can take, and the items you need will depend on the method you choose.  I’m sure you can use commercially produced pomegranate juice as well.  If you do, let me know how it turns out!
    First, we seeded the fruit.  What I did was cut off the end, and then score the rind in quarters, cutting just deeply enough to get through the rind without slicing through the seeds underneath.

    Then we just pulled them apart and gently removed the seeds into a bowl.  ALERT!  Wear an apron and keep the area clear, it’s a messy job.  We turned the fruit so the seeds were facing away from us as we worked, to help reduce the splattering.  But you’re going to get it no matter what!
Beautiful, ain’t it?  
   These three large bowls are what we ended up with on the second batch (about 5/8 of the total harvest).  We yielded 7 to 9 pints and 29 half pints from this.
    Now comes the part in which you have to make your own decision.  I searched the internet and read what other people do to juice these and spoke with Mama about her experience.  Her maid used to juice them by cutting them in half and using the juicer attachment on the Kitchen-Aid mixer, just like an orange.  I’m sure she strained the juice after.  I didn’t try that, but here are the different methods I tried.  I put the seeds through my Omega juicer which has a worm gear.  It gets a lot of juice but adds bitterness from the seeds, which are crushed in the process.  I pulsed them in a blender just till the seeds yielded juice, and then pressed them into a sieve to squeeze the juice out.  It left too much flesh on the seeds for my taste, and also imparted a little of the bitterness.  I also tried that combined with squeezing them by hand in a fine towel which gave us much more juice.  I tried heating them just until they began releasing the juices, and then squeezed or ran them through a food mill.  Surprisingly, the fresh seeds gave more juice than the heated ones.  I even tried putting them in the Kitchen-Aid mixer with the standard attachment and running it for a while, then through the cloth and the food mill.  I also tried the food mill alone.  I still wasn’t all that happy.  Then I came upon the method I preferred best.  Though it’s slightly more labor intensive, all taste testers agreed that it imparted the best flavor and color, and I am thoroughly convinced that the yield was far and above all the other methods.  So here goes:
    Use a fine cotton cloth.  Mine is a flour sack dish towel.  (It will have to be sacrificed, unless you find another use for the stained towel.)  I cut mine in quarters to make it more manageable and because I had helpers who needed towels.  You will also need a heavy-duty type freezer bag, gallon size, a rolling pin, and a container for the juice.  I laid the cloth flat on the counter and put a large handful of seeds on it.
    Next I pulled up the corners and sides so the seeds were contained as if in a pouch, but not too tight, and inserted it into the plastic bag.  I then pounded the seeds with the rolling pin until it felt as if all had been juiced, after which I rolled over it thoroughly to be sure and squeeze out every last drop.
Gettin’ juicy!
    After I was satisfied the seeds had given up all the juice they could, I took the cloth and carefully (so the seeds didn’t come out) wrung it tightly.
    I thought a good test for whether this method yielded well was the dryness of the seeds after wringing.  Daddy agreed, and since he is very wise, I was quite satisfied!  I shook the spent seeds out of the towel over the trash can (give them to your chickens, if you want), and poured the contents of the bag in the container. I did have to replace the bag once when it sprung a small leak, and I ripped one of my pieces of towel, but overall it worked well.  The Millionaire thought it was too much work, but I pointed out that it only happens once a year and once the process is internalized, it becomes well organized and efficient.  Further, the juice can be kept several days in the refrigerator, so the big jobs are divided over a few days.  We seeded fruit one day, juiced them the next, and then made jelly over a couple of days.  It makes the jobs manageable.
    Once you are ready to make jelly, have all the supplies on hand that you need: washed jars and lids, a large pot (I used two, one for the jelly, one for sterilizing jars), spoon, and ladle for cooking, Sure-Jell or your brand of pectin, sugar, a canning funnel, and hot pads and tongs for handling hot jars.  After washing the jars and lids, sterilize the jars in boiling water, completely covered, for five minutes.  Turn off the heat and put the lids (not the rings) and the ladle and funnel in.  Your jars can stay hot in there.
    Now for the fun: measure out your pomegranate juice into the pot and add the Sure-Jell, stirring to thoroughly dissolve.  Only AFTER adding the Sure-Jell will you turn on the heat, bringing the mixture to a full rolling boil.  At that point add your sugar all at once and stir to dissolve.
    Return to a full rolling boil and when it’s reached that point, set the timer for 5 minutes.  I’ll discuss how to determine the set point a little later, but I’m no expert and inexperienced, so you might do better to look it up somewhere else.  I know some instructions say to boil 2 ½ to 3 ½ minutes, but that was not enough.
 
    Once the timer goes off, take it off the heat and skim the foam off of it.
    Then begin filling the jars.  I put a jar on a plate, put the funnel in the top, and ladle the juice into the jar to within ½ inch of the top (as demonstrated by my lovely assistant)  (Her name is Hot Rod).

    If any gets onto the rim or the threads, wipe it off with a clean damp cloth.  Then put the lid on and screw the ring tight.  Set it aside to cool as you continue to fill the rest of your jars.
 
  Regarding the jelling point: Mama showed me how to pick up the spoon and observe how the jelly runs off the spoon and forms the last drop to determine whether it is right.  Holding a large metal spoon, dip it into the boiling jelly and then lift it and pour it off the spoon while holding it horizontally.  When the last of the jelly is running off of it, it will come from both ends of the spoon to meet in the middle and form a final drop.  When the jelly’s about ready, the drop will form slowly and appear to be congealing on the spoon.  From what I’ve read, this can be really tricky.  The great thing about this recipe is that the five minute rule worked every time – EXCEPT when I had to use liquid pectin because the store ran out of the Sure-Jell.  DISASTER!  I’ll never do that again.  Just to play it safe, though, I do drop a little bit on a saucer and quickly put it in the freezer.  I begin doing this after about 2 minutes and I can see how the jell is forming.  It’s a good learning experience if nothing else.  My jelly is not as hard as the grape jelly you buy at the store, but it’s spreadable and holds together.
Delicious on a piece of English muffin toast with butter!  The recipe is below.
POMEGRANATE JELLY
5 cups pomegranate juice (or 4 ½ cups plus 1 cup water)
1 package Sure-Jell or 6 tablespoons powdered pectin (I don’t recommend liquid pectin)
7 cups sugar
Mix Sure-Jell thoroughly into the juice in a large pot.  Once it is completely dissolved, heat the juice on high, stirring frequently until it comes to a full rolling boil.  Add the sugar all at once and stir well.  Bring back to a full boil.  Once a boil is reached, cook for 5 minutes, then remove from heat.  Working while the jelly is hot, skim the foam off of the surface.  Ladle into sterilized jars to within a half inch of the top rim.  Top with a lid and screw the ring on tightly by hand.  As the jelly cools, you will hear the lids “pop” as they seal.  If you press down on a lid after it is sealed, it will not pop back up because it is vacuum sealed.  Store the jars in a cool dark place.
(For a large batch, I used 10 cups liquid (9 cups juice, 1 cup water), 2 packages Sure-Jell, 14 cups of sugar.)

Autumn arrives in Far West Texas

    Autumn has definitely arrived here in far west Texas.  The nights are getting a bit nippy – by our standards.  Daddy told me that Jack Frost had visited one of the farms and got himself stuck on the windshield, but the foreman had flicked him off with the windshield wipers.  There is one tree turned yellow on my daily drive and the pecan trees are just beginning to appear rusty, but otherwise everything looks status quo.  It won’t be long now before the first hard freeze and pecan harvest will be in full production.  It’s time to have the propane tank filled for our heating needs.
    Life in this neck of the desert is certainly a far cry from our suburban life in California.  For one thing, bugs.  For another, bugs.  I will have to make a future post just to focus on the critters here, complete with the hornworm migration – not for the queasy!  Another thing is the weather.  When we first arrived in June there was probably not a day under 100 degrees for a few weeks.  The change was gradual but now I sit with numb toes and it’s about 70 outside, dipping into the low 40’s at times at night, and was registered as low as 31 a couple of weeks ago.  I know because my cousin’s house is the official weather station for the national weather bureau and he has to record the data every morning.  He lives about 4 football fields’ distance away from me on the canal bank.  The alfalfa is happy, though, and there will be at least one more cutting before overwintering.  Time before last was a disaster, because it rained on the cut hay before it was baled and also on the bales while they were yet in the fields.  There was a total of 6 inches at that time (which will hopefully contribute to an easing of this terrible drought).  At any rate, we thought there was nothing to be done but remove the bales after they dried and dump them in the hills to disintegrate.  However, lo and behold, buyers came and the bales were sold.  Deo gratias!
Buggy windshield
    Hot Rod and I just finished canning lots of pears from my brother’s and the neighbor’s trees.  Now that I have my first canning under my belt, I’m over the anxiety and have penetrated the mystery of canning and preserving.  Best of all, POMEGRANATES!  The yield from my brother’s one pomegranate tree was enough to make about 19 pints and 38 half pints of pomegranate jelly – Oh Joy!  All of us are of one mind on this matter: pomegranate jelly is the best kind, and now that I know how to make it, I am so happy!  I will post a separate tutorial for anyone interested.
    Peaches the horse is getting shaggy – a definite sign of colder weather setting in, but the more refined Keno, while growing a longer coat, remains slick and shiny.  Peaches learned how to lift the latch on her corral gate, so much for that!  She’s spent a total of three nights free grazing from our store of hay and hanging out with Keno.  She has no interest in wandering and exploring, only in eating and social activities!  We fixed that with an extra chain on the latch.  The puppy, Belle, is growing so fast it’s time for a new collar.  We love her laid-back hound personality and sweetness.  When we go for walks she stays right by our heels, running ahead with Campion occasionally and then returning to her faithful post.
 People updates:

  • Hot Rod is attending school at El Paso Community College (EPCC).  She made a surprise visit to our beloved old parish in California, Guardian Angel!  Hello Guardian Angel!  Hello Father, and all of our dear, dear friends!!!  She was visiting for a few quick days – and here’s a shout out to Omar, Steven, and Andy!  Howdy!
  • The Elf is being a naturalist, feeds the horses faithfully, is experimenting on mice, trapping squirrels for profit, and honing her skills in archery and cooking.
  • Dead Eye is also honing his archery aim and cooking.  (By the way, THANK YOU UNCLE FRANK!!!  You have made him a VERY HAPPY young man!!!)  This young man has a memory like an elephant and can argue well enough to make district attorney by the end of the year.  Seriously, though, he’s already so much taller than me and becoming an accomplished driver, including manual transmission.  He also bagged lots of dove during the hunting season.  After all, he’s Dead Eye.
  • The Millionaire loves being retired and hates being idle.  A good combination.  He’s very busy making our lives better and better.  He recently purchased a sea train and moved all our excess furniture and other storage items into it.  If something needs to get done, he’s the man!

    God has been so good to us.  I love my quiet time with Him in the morning – just Him and me.  He’s teaching me about humility.  And all about my faults.  And it’s all good.  Really.  It’s surprising to me how I must continue to fight to be lowered in my own estimation.  Even more surprising is that it should be surprising.  Whatever I am in my head (important) I am not outside of it.  In fact, I do precious little to fulfill my own vocation, much less do I have an impact on the rest of the world country state town.  Several years ago I read a book called Get Us Out of Here.  It is the story of a woman in Europe who had a special charism of praying for souls in purgatory.  Many souls would appear to her for various reasons, and she said that most of them were wearing their everyday work clothes because generally they were in purgatory for not fulfilling the duties of their vocations – housewives, fathers, students, whatever the role.  I told The Millionaire at the time to make sure I’m buried in my work clothes and a plain wood coffin, cause I won’t be needing the fancy stuff where I’m going!  Haha!  But yes, God is so good.  The more He shows me how little I am, the more room He gives me in my heart to love Him.  And it always makes me happier.  As it should.  I hope you’re happy, too.

Howdy from the Tip of Texas!

Howdy from the tip of Texas! 

    I want to tell all my friends in California that I am doing fine.  In fact, I’m doing great!  We are all settled in and life is taking on a routine, and the land here is amazing.  It is full of life, all at a slower, more patient pace.  We miss a few things, but for the most part, we love the space and the freedom we now have, and life is completely different.  We didn’t just move to another place, we moved into another dimension, a whole other lifestyle: from city to country, fast to easy, frenetic to relaxed, closed-in to wide-open.  Having lived in California for 29 years, most of my life, I look back now and see that I was never really a “Californian”.  I have slipped back into my Texas skin – the original.

 

     As for me, I could not be happier.  I am truly “home”.  I enjoyed California and loved the weather, the beaches, the myriad amenities, and more than anything, my friends.  Missing my friends is the one thing that causes sadness and longing.  😥  It has taken me seemingly forever to get this blog off the ground, but this is my chosen means of keeping you informed of my life.  I HATE facebook.  Don’t get me started on that – and many of you know that the only reason I’m on facebook now is because it was necessary to fight an all out war against an evil institution.  Something keeps halting me from deactivating my page (future battles?) but perhaps in time.

    Happiness is being with my parents, my siblings, my cousins, and new friends.  Happiness is a home in the country that is quiet and full of peace.  Happiness is horses.  Happiness is 4-wheeling in the desert.  Happiness is dark nights full of stars, bright nights lit by a full moon, the changing moods of the Guadalupe mountains, pecan orchards, freshly mown hay, toads, trains, and happy, active children.  Happiness is a life that has slowed just enough for me to enjoy special moments with family, and especially with God.  Happiness is God!

    Which brings me to the crux of all things.  There is nothing more wonderful than to wake up and know that my Father loves me!  I sometimes come across the thought: what if Jesus had not called me to Him?  What if I was still living without God?  Blackest of thoughts!  Most desperate of prospects!  Nothing could sadden me more than the thought of life without God.  I am so blessed and so grateful to know, love, and serve the Lord of Lords, the King of Heaven!

    Pictures are sometimes the best storytellers, so here are a few for you: my dear, dear, loved ones whom I miss.  Please subscribe to my blog so I can keep you updated on my life, and I want keep up with you and hear from you!  All my love!

Dead-Eye takes aim at the practice range.
 
The Guadalupe Mountains in Mexico, with the border fence in the foreground.
These mountains are the quintessential background of our beautiful landscape views.

Campion joyfully runs out to meet The Elf and Hot Rod as they arrive.
Dead Eye and The Elf with game wardens at hunter orientation training.

The Elf, Dead Eye, and myself at the beautiful Sierra Blanca ranch after hunter orientation training.

The Elf shoots at clay pigeons at a local shooting contest.  Her team took first!  Yay!  Note the characteristic henna tattoos;-)
 
Dead Eye shows off.
 
 
This is not at all unusual during monsoon season.  The skies are unbelievably dramatic.  Sunrises and sunsets here . . . words cannot describe.
 
The Elf poses with her conquest.
 
Hot Rod on a horse of a different color.
 
The Millionaire shovels . . . uh . . . stuff, away from the horse corrals.
The Millionaire is the love of my life!
 
Hot Rod puts Keno through her paces on the farm.