About a week ago, I got a call from my three-year-old nephew, who told me – very excitedly and ever so loudly – that the wild blueberry bushes in the forest behind his parent’s house were all laden with berries! With his two-year-old sister urging me to come and join them on a fruit picking expedition in the background – apparently already enjoying a fistful of berries judging from the sound of her -, how could I possibly refuse? And, more importantly, why would I ever want to refuse?
So the Rocking Rebel and me quickly hopped into the Chevy and raced to my sister’ place. Hell, we didn’t even stop and think to change out of our white T-shirts! And fifteen speedy minutes later, we careened – okay, perhaps not careened… we rather crept (the Chevy was born in the 70s and my boyfriend is a very laid-back driver) – around the corner of my sister’ street and were immediately jumped by a bunch of very happy kids.
A few moments later, we all trooped into the forest with measuring cups and bowls, determined to clear the forest of anything edible (an adjective which, we found out, should best be avoided around a two-year-old with an adventurous nature).
And my nephew was right. We didn’t have to take two steps into the forest to see bushes full of gorgeous, little blueberries!
In the end, all the kids under 3 feet tall (with the exception of my baby niece) were purple from fingertips to elbows and had vibrant smears of blueberry juice across their faces from eating the berries.
I came out of the forest relatively unscathed, and, really, didn’t look too purple. My white T-shirt was still a white T-shirt! You could only tell I had been picking blueberries because I looked like I had just had quite a dramatic manicure.
I mean, look at my nails, don’t they look glamorous in the picture?
All natural nail polish…
Once we got home with a full measuring jug of berries, my sister suggested we ought to cook up some wild blueberry jam. Great idea! So while my sister cleaned up the kids a bit, I started rummaging around in her kitchen cupboards…
And what makes this blueberry jam wild? Well, the fact that I’ve used wild blueberries, obviously… But what makes a blueberry wild? Well, if you’ve picked it in the ‘wild’ you can be pretty sure it’s wild. Another indication is the size of the berries. Wild blueberries are generally a lot smaller than domesticated blueberries.
See the blueberries on the left in the picture below? They’re wild, man! The berries on the right are of the domesticated kind. Tamed…
Both kinds are equally delicious, although I have to admit I like to use the wild ones because you can pick them right out of the forest, which is fun and makes me feel close to nature – you know, tree-hugging kind of close – and well… because they’re wild!
Besides, it doesn’t make sense to buy berries if you can pick them for free in a forest that’s practically your backyard, right?
Of course, I didn’t want to keep this amazing recipe from you, so I quickly got out my camera to take pictures of the jam making process. The only problem was that I usually use a tripod, which is great for shooting in low-light conditions and for taking sharp pictures in general. But while I did have my camera on me, I didn’t bring the tripod, so some of the pictures – like the one below – are a bit wobbly…
I would make a terrible tripod…
Anyway, to make the jam, first wash the berries and pick off any green bits. Then add the berries to a medium-sized pan.
Add some sugar and give it all a good stir so that the sugar covers the berries.
Usually when you’re making jam, you use equal amounts of fruit and sugar, but you can also play around with the quantity of the sugar a bit, to make the jam less sweet. For this recipe, I reduced the sugar by 20%, and the result was spectacularly tasty!
Heat the berries over low heat, stirring continuously with a wooden spoon, until the sugar has dissolved and the berries have started to release their juices.
Cook the berries for about 10 minutes, until you can easily squash them against the side of the pan with your spoon.
Then check the jam for setting point by plopping a small amount of jam onto a chilled plate, placing it in the freezer for a minute and pushing your finger through the jam.
If the surface of the jam wrinkles when you push your finger through it, it’s done. If it doesn’t, cook the jam for another 1-2 minutes and check for setting point again.
The jam in the picture below was done, but because taking a picture and simultaneously pushing your finger through some jam is quite difficult, I didn’t catch the wrinkles on camera before they disappeared into the surface of the jam.
But you hardly need visual guidance with this. We all know what a wrinkle looks like, right?
Next, ladle the hot jam into sterilized jam jars and screw on the lids.
If you’re still wearing a white T-shirt at this point, this is where you should definitely (!) change into something old and dark. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about…
Anyway, one jar for my sister and her family, one jar for the Rocking Rebel and me and one jar for my mom and siblings still living at home.
And just in case you were wondering why we didn’t properly fill these jars, we didn’t because we had to divide the jam over 3 jars and – obviously – didn’t make enough for 3 full jars.
I really love this jam! Because I reduced the amount of sugar, it’s not as overly sweet as jams and jellies can be sometimes. This jam has more than enough sweetness to balance out the tartness of the berries, but it doesn’t overpower their delicate, fruity flavor.
I also love the fact that it’s chunky, with plenty of discernible berries in it. It looks like you’ve simply squashed a bunch of berries onto your bread.
So in short, just a ridiculously simple jam with a beautiful, summery flavor!