How to make plum jam

I have a plum tree in my garden and it now gives enough fruit for approximately 25 jars of jam, which are perfect for little presents to family and friends. If sealed in a vacuum tight jar it will last for at least a year and I think probably much longer.

Many fruits need pectin adding to them to make  the mixture gloopy enough to set but plums contain the natural ingredients, making it perfect to jam – all you need is sugar.

What you will need

  • Plums, preferably stoned
  • Sugar, any type works
  • Greaseproof paper, cut into squares that will leave about an inch extra around each side of the jam jar
  • Jam jars and lids, or vacuum topped clip jars

It sounds like, and will look like, a lot of sugar but just use the equal amount of sugar to the weight of your plums. About 250 grams makes one normal sized jar.

Ingredients for plum jam

Ingredients for plum jam

Preparation

Cut the stones out of the fruit but you don’t need to cut the fruit into small pieces. Some recipes tell you to skin the fruit but I always leave them on to add to the texture and flavour, plus it’s so much less hassle. If you want to leave your stones in the plums, that’s fine too. You can skim off the stones as they rise to the top of the pan or leave them in but mind your teeth! I would recommend still cutting through each plum to expose the stone. This helps the stone come away from the fruit but it’s mainly to check the fruit isn’t bad inside and that it doesn’t have any little unwanted creatures in it. Use a little less sugar to compensate for the weight of the stones.

Weigh your fruit and weigh out equal, or a little less if you have left the stones in, sugar.

Jammin’

Put the fruit in a large saucepan, leaving a couple of inches at the top to allow it to bubble up, and get the heat on it.

Plums in a pan

Put your plums into a pan

Add your sugar in three or four stages.

Sugar and plums in a pan

Put your sugar into the pan

After adding more each time, use a wooden spoon to stir it all around also occasionally using the spoon to chop through the mixture. This helps pulp down the fruit.

Stirring plums in a pan

Stir in the sugar

The mixture will increasingly become less like plums and more like a liquid. At this stage turn up the heat and bring the pan to a boil as quick as you can but keep an eye on it as it can boil over the sides. Turn the heat down accordingly for a rolling boil and a froth will have appeared. Start skimming off this froth, or scum, and continue to do so every few minutes until it has gone. If you left the stones in, you will see them rise to the top in the scum.

Skimming scum off jam

Skim the scum off the mixture

Leave the mixture to simmer on a slight boil for about another ten minutes. Using a spoon, take a little bit of the jam and put it on a plate. While you’re letting the test cool, take the lids off your clean jam jars and put the jars only on a baking tray in the oven on a low setting. After a few minutes check if the test mixture is starting to be sticky and is setting. If it is you’re almost finished, if not, leave the pan on the heat for another five minutes and check again. The jam won’t set properly until it is completely cold so when checking it with your finger, remember it won’t be the final consistency, you’re making sure it’s on it’s way.

When you’re hapy wit the jam take the jars out of the oven and carefully fill each one, leaving half an inch to an inch of space at the top. Cut out squares of greaseproof paper, big enough to overlap the top of the jars by about an inch each side. If you are using vacuum clip top jars, you don’t need to do this.

Greaseproof paper

Cut squares of greaseproof paper

The jars will be very hot so using a cloth, carefully screw the lids back on the jars, over the paper squares.

Homemade plum jam

Finished batch of homemade plum jam

To add the finishing touch for gifts, use a square of nice material and an elastic band to create a cover for the top. Make a lable with the type and date of the batch, using a small piece of card with a hole punched through one corner. Thread some ribbon through the hole and tie this round the neck, hiding the elastic band.

I hope this has inspired you to try and make this easy jam. Go to the market and a couple of bowls for £2 or less should make you three jars. Let me know how you get on….

The Mr and Mrs Andrews brand

Rev Dr Giles Fraser was pontificating about marriage on the Today programme’s Thought For The Day last week and although I’m not a huge fan of religion I found myself agreeing with him that “too many modern weddings have just lost their way”. I recently heard the average spend is now £20,000, which is an unconceivable amount to spend on one day. Even if I had it going spare, I don’t think I could ever bring myself to pay it out because the only thing that really matters to me on the day is becoming a wife to the man I love. Yes, soppy, and my fiancé would almost certainly roll his eyes at me, but also very true.

Nevertheless, as my wedding plans have started to come together – well the church, reception venue and hotels are booked anyway – it has struck me a few times how much of a PR exercise it all is, not least by talking to friends and family about what I could do for this or that. An unromantic and cynical view, I know, but in one way it’s about creating and managing the Mr and Mrs Andrews brand – I completely disagree with the principle but there’s just no way of getting around it without buggering off together, no guests, no wedding breakfast, no party. But then, that also sends a message in its own right.

I’m not sure the modern wedding is always all about self promotion, as Reverend Fraser suggests, because there is a balance to be had between what you want and what your guests expect. Or to make it more complicated, what you worry your guests will expect and go around saying about it afterwards! I would personally quite like to go down the route of clearing off abroad without any friends, family or reception but my fella can’t bring himself to veer from what you’re ‘supposed’ to do and to not have certain people present, which I can understand. I can only hope that because I see through the stage and spin of it all it I can make sure I’m not sucked in to that dark side of it all.

I don’t think for one moment that any of our friends or family would really care if we dressed in rags or asked them to bring their own butties so I would be intrigued to understand why couples feel they have to spend thousands and thousands. It will obviously be nice to share our day – tasteful and cheap, traditional and quirky, ceremonial and relaxed – but sorry, Rev, we don’t all want to be a princess for the day. I just want to say I do and start my life as Mrs Stott-Andrews and one half of a loving, hard-working whole.

Berry good news

The hours in the day have not been on my side to allow me to share what’s been going on in the world of Keredy, so over the next few days I will attempt to bring you some shorter update posts.

My berry good news is that after separating my strawberry plants, they have bounced back a little and have been producing, albeit they are still fairly small fruits. Sorting out the plants into single pots is another traumatic story in itself thanks to the ants who had taken reseidence in the root balls, but luckily my lovely other half did the leg work for me with a bit of pursuasive whinging! Insects aside, I’ve come to the conclusion that they are a wild variety and I can’t do much about the crop size. It just means I have to use them in alternative ways rather than gobbling down a bowl full.

  • Yummy straight off the plant and into my morning cup of Special K
  • Jammed down to make a sticky sauce for pouring over meringue and ice-cream
  • Dropped into cake mixture for a fruity sponge
  • Used with some cherries and chopped nectarine in individual crumble pots

My plum tree is almost ready for looting so I think some plum and strawberry jam might be on the cards this weekend.

Tales of strawberry sadness

I have been giving love to my many edible plants since the start of springtime and what are my virgin strawberries doing to repay me? Not growing properly. They are ripening and turning red before getting big. Hmmm, has it been too hot, forcing them to bolt? My first crop of rocket did just that but I’ve been keeping an eye on the second and pinching off the flowers at the base. Of course I turned to the big G in the sky and googled the fu<k out of ‘why small ripe strawberries’ and similar, only to find the following theories. Too much water, too little water, not enough phosphorus, not enough nitrogen, planted too close together or even that they are first year hybrid plants that need another season to flourish. Which reason to pick? Who knew I needed to learn soil fertility management techniques and Fragaria genealogy to grow a few berries? Tips welcome…

I believe that everyone else my age is an adult whereas I am merely in disguise

This quote by Margaret Atwood is written on a greeting card, which sits next to my desk and has also been a feature at previous desks at work and home. I bought it mainly because Margaret has moved me over again with her writing, I totally envy her creative skills and think she must be a fabulous lady in every way. I read the citation before seeing her name and I remember thinking, ‘that’s what I think sometimes’, even though I have always had an old head on my shoulders and wish I’d been born in 1952.

But maybe that’s how everyone really feels and maybe Margaret never even said it. All the same, my interpretation as I glanced at it today was entirely about lack of confidence. The first week and a half in my new job has been like riding a rollercoaster with a load of adults and there I am, hanging on for dear life, feeling like a scared kid… in disguise as an adult, of course. Now don’t get me wrong, this isn’t a bad thing; I love rollercoasters but day after day makes you a little icky sicky. Though today, I climbed in the carriage, strapped in, enjoyed the ride and when I got off and ran to see the little picture they’d taken of me, I saw that I was a real grown up! Ok enough analogy, I know, I know.

Basically it’s been a little weird having new colleagues ask me questions because I’ve just wanted say, ‘I don’t know… you’re supposed to be holding my hand… I’m new, be nice to me’ (they have all been deliciously nice). I set myself a task of understanding a ton of SEO and Google techie stuff as back to front as possible today, because I knew it would help build my confidence. Luckily, I think I understand myself and my working style quite well and if there’s a duck not sitting in the row I get a touch of the irrational panics. To my fiancé’s exasperation, it’s the same with any personal plans actually – and yes, I’m sure I’ll be sharing many tales of wedding planning woe over the next 10 months!

I wrote a report using my new knowledge, slower than I should probably have done (sorry Pete) but I was pleased with the transfer of information, in and then out again, without a single self-belief wobble. A colleague then asked me to look at and edit a pitch and I felt instantly comfortable. I remembered that, yes, I am good at editing, I am good at writing, I am a PR (now SEO and social) professional. Yes, I am an adult.

I’m sure I’ll still feel like Margaret some days but different days will bring different meanings to those words next to my desk. I’m not entirely sure of the point of this entry, apart from I suppose it’s a display of my confidence? I’ll leave it to your interpretation.

One size never fits all

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I have been really excited about starting at the PR Company, Punch Communications, since before I was offered the role but with the number of emails I have been getting over the last 4 weeks had also begun to wonder just how deep was the deep end I was jumping into. I’m very pleased to say that yesterday, my first official day in the office, wasn’t the information overload I thought it might be – the team was very gentle with me, I’m lending a hand with this week’s Natterbox launch and overall I think this is going to be a heavenly job. Perhaps I’ll be pushed into the metaphorical pool today?!

Now, from one great day to another… I went to see Stevie Wonder in Hyde Park on Saturday and on the 11.48pm train home we had an interesting run in with an American family that served to be a valuable reminder of an important PR lesson – one size never fits all.

Dead on our feet, my boyfriend and I as well as 2 other couples who we didn’t know had set up a cosy camp in the doorway area to the carriage when the female head of the family of six boarded the train with 5 minutes to go hollering “can yous all get up now to make room for my family”. We all looked up with weary incredulity as there was plenty of room for them to stand next to us and also down the aisles. A couple of muttered voices from the floor – “no sorry” – set off an almighty torrent from the Mom who announced “I can’t believe it, you would never get this in DC, you are so rude”. We were all catching each other’s eyes, trying not to laugh and thinking “I can’t believe it, you would never get this from an English person, you are so rude”. The guy opposite me tried to explain to the lady that we weren’t going to move because, A, there was room for them, B, she should have asked politely and, C, this isn’t DC so perhaps she shouldn’t be so rude about us and our country. The reply? “I was bawn and raised in Edgeware you know.” Our smirks must have been obvious and after more escalation, I was asked if I wanted to take it outside the train and the creative line “if someone’s not careful they gonna get done up and laid on out like a carpet” raised an audible giggle as if we were all of a sudden watching a Jerry Springer repeat.

Sadly, the family were viewing the encounter, or perhaps even their whole UK visit, using the cultural values they held at home and from the second she stepped on the train we all had separately said to ourselves, “nuh huh, not moving for that attitude”. We may speak a very, very similar language – as companies out there offer similar products – but there is much more to it. This hilarious episode helped me come to Punch with the basics fresh in my mind. Understand the landscape surrounding you and identify with the people you are talking to or you’ll never get the outcome you desire.

And what happened on the train in the end? Two English guys came along and they couldn’t really get on comfortably so they asked, “excuse me, would you mind getting up, please”… and… of course we did!

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