The Preservation Society

We love preserving things at Mulberry Tree Farm, especially when they taste good! Our homegrown quinces have been quietly curing in the larder, and Hubby decided to do what he does best with them – make quince paste!

And this time he discovered something else – after boiling with a lemon rind and whisking them in the blender, he came over with a teaspoon. “Taste this!” he beamed.

I’d never thought to try puréed quince, but it is a beautiful, complex and delicate flavour. And the best bit is, there’s no added sugar!

So Hubby set some aside for us to warm up for breakfast with a dash of yogurt … And it’s amazing.

And, by the way, so is his quince paste. We can’t wait to find some delectable cheese to sample it with!





It’s that time of year again…

It’s the end of November and in my family that means its time to make the Christmas pudding!

This activity takes two whole days, and it’s well worth it! This tradition started almost ten years ago when I came across a wonderful recipe from Stephanie Alexander. She uses a mix of dried fruit and as a result, no sugar needs to be added.

My dad and I are the chief pudding makers. We mix the fruit in a large ceramic bowl and give it a good “drink” of tawny port . The bowl is covered and left to sit overnight at room temperature to soak up the flavour. It needs a stir every so often.

The next day we boil the pudding cloth (a piece of calico 60x60cm) that has been soaked in cold water overnight. We taste the fruit mixture to make sure it’s delicious, then add in the spices, flour, butter and egg. We taste it again just to make sure it’s perfect. It always is and as a result, the end pudding is always slightly smaller than it should be!

A big pot of boiling water sits on the stove and we throw the cloth in for one minute. I don thick rubber gloves, retrieve the cloth, wring it out and spread it over the clean kitchen bench. Dad sprinkles a good handful of flour onto the cloth and I spread it out. Then Dad holds the bowl and I spoon the mixture into the middle of the cloth.

It’s now time to bring it all together, literally! I gather the corners of the cloth at the top of the mixture and Dad skillfully cuts a long length of string which he then winds around the top, tying it firmly and as close to the mixture as possible.

And now it’s time to boil the pudding… For six hours! We keep watch making sure the water is topped up almost the the brim. Cups of tea and a few biccies are consumed in the process!

Yes, making Christmas pudding reminds me of what is so lovely about this time of year: spending time with those we love and making traditions of our own!