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Friday, June 27, 2008

Currants

Last summer I planted a red currant bush. We always had a row of them at the Adirondack house. I think that they were originally planted by my grandfather when the house was new, circa 1920. My grandmother and, later, Aunt Lucy, always made little jars of currant jelly. It was a big production, as I recall, involving a muslin "jelly bag" contraption. I'm sure all the paraphernelia is still there. And the recipe - most likely from Fannie Farmer.

So now, with no effort whatsoever from me, other than sticking it in the ground in the back of some other shrubs, I have my first crop. A bare two cups, as it turns out - so not enough for jelly.


But what? Currants are a northern crop - more common in places like Scandinavia than Provence. So off the radar, so to speak, from mainstream recipe sources. But a quick google led me to this tempting photo. Since I also have a productive rhubarb plant this idea seems worth exploring.


Can you even see the currants? What I ended up doing was freezing them in a plastic container, planning to use them by the decorative spoonful in compotes such as this. Besides the rhubarb, there are some Alpine strawberries in there (also from the garden, though I am losing out to the birds on this one), and some regular strawberries from the farmers' market. Very tasty. Very satisfying.

2 Comments:

Blogger sukipoet said...

My mouth is watering. This looks divine. I found some wild strawberries on the hillside the other day. Plus some wild blackberries or raspberries, not sure which, are about to ripen. My brother should have blueberries if the birds don't get them, when ever bluebarries are supposed to ripen. All this would happen quicker if the sun came out.

9:10 AM  
Anonymous blue sky dreaming said...

Your garden is beautiful! Good luck with all those currants. I moved to New Jersey in the winter of 1966 until 1969 from California and I was so amazed seeing the wonderful green lawns, trees and shrub after such a white winter. I am new at this blogging, please visit me when you have the chance. Mary Ann

9:07 PM  

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