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Monday, October 3, 2011

Cider, Revisited



As I wrote in my last post, our neighbors J. and L., our pastors and friends, are leaving town. In exchange for Homero fixing up their car, they are giving us all of J.'s homebrewing equipment - and a couple of lessons. On saturday, I went over to their house with a few gallons of freshly pressed apple cider to get my first lesson.

Wow, J. has a lot of stuff! He's a fairly serious homebrewer - meaning, I guess, that he brews several times a year and consistently turns out a yummy product. The pile of equipment he is giving us was enough to almost cover their kitchen floor. Three carboys of varying sizes; yards and yards of various types of tubing; airlocks, small buckets, mesh bags, filters and funnels of all descriptions. Large stainless steel kettles. A stainless steel chiller - which is a really cool item that enables to cool down five gallons of boiling mash to room temperature in short order. A stand-up bottlecapper. Bags of bottlecaps. And several boxes of bottles.

the bottle-capper

the chiller


When I arrived, J. had a batch of dandelion wine in the smallest carboy that was ready to bottle. So we did that first, and I learned how to sterilize bottles and tubes, siphon the liquid off the top of the carboy into the bottles and how to use the bottlecapper. We sampled the wine, of course, and it gave the rest of the proceedings a certain golden, summery glow - which I believe is the whole point of dandelion wine.

Some of the equipment...

J. has not actually tried making cider before, probably because he doesn't have a cider press. Believe me, when you have ten or fifteen gallons of fresh cider on hand, turning it into a storable product - a storable alcoholic product - floats to the top of one's mind. Winemaking, let us not forget, is one of the preservation arts, no less than smoking or drying. Originally, in fact, winemaking was most likely a semi-accidental by-product of preserving fruit. The pleasant effects of alcohol were probably a felicitous side-effect, one that was only afterwards studied, harnessed, and turned into an art in its own right.

God bless the internet - in under five minutes, we had located a simple recipe for hard apple cider. We added two cups of sugar per gallon of fresh cider and brought it to a temperature just short of boiling. Then we let it cool to blood temperature, more or less (we didn't use the chiller, because it needs to be well-washed and sterilized), and poured it into the carboy. At this point, before you add the yeast, you want to aerate the product, so we shook it up real good.

Then J. put in the yeast - a champagne yeast which I bought at the Four Corners brewing supply in bellingham, and capped the carboy with an airlock. Today, not quite 48 hours later, he called me to let me know that the cider is bubbling away. In a week or so, we will decant it into another carboy for the secondary fermentation, and a week after that I will bottle it. Probably by myself, since I think J. and L. will be gone by then.

I hope this batch comes out better than my single past batch, which was wholly undrinkable. I'm very much looking forward to adding brewing to my small but growing repertoire of traditional skills. I can think of no other ability that has the ability to add so much cheer to a long dark winter.

I read in the paper today that there is a new La Nina system forming in the pacific, meaning another wetter and colder than usual winter around here. Here's hoping that we will have plenty of hard cider to keep our spirits up!

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Wither All the Eggs?

A couple of weeks ago, I was complaining about eggs piling up in my fridge faster than I could sell them. I actually took a few dozen to the local food bank (where they said they couldn't accept fertile eggs. Go figure.). Now all of a sudden, production has taken a nosedive. It may be because of all the uproar with the new chickens; perhaps everyone still needs time to chill out and settle back into routine. Or maybe it's molting season. Some of the chickens are looking rather raggedy and patchy. All I know is it's seriously annoying; more and more chickens, fewer and fewer eggs. Today I found only five. That strikes me as a ridiculous number. After all, there are sixteen hens out there right now, not counting the new mamas, the setting hens, or the pullets. 


And I have such good trade going! My Garden connection is loading me down with so many greens I have to distribute them among friends and family. Today I traded two dozen eggs for six gallon sized ziploc freezer bags stuffed full of kale, collards, arugula, rainbow chard, and romaine lettuce. And when I got home, I saw that my other regular trader had come by to pick up his eggs (and a few little extras like cajeta and rhubarb sauce) and left me: Two beautiful loaves of homemade bread, a large packet of mixed herbs, and a grocery bag stuffed with rainbow chard. I'm not complaining, but my husband will start to soon if I keep serving him kale. 

Garden Lady will keep giving me greens even if I run out of eggs: she gardens for the love of it and her goal is to get them eaten, however she can. But Bread Man needs eggs for his fabulous baked goods! Maybe he needs some quality jam to put on all that bread.

Monday, June 30, 2008

It's raining eggs!


It's probably a good thing that most of my hens are elderly. If they were all in their prime egg-laying years, I'd be getting twenty eggs a day instead of a more manageable ten to twelve. Well, slightly more manageable. 

Most of the people in my family don't even like eggs. I was never a big egg eater, as a child I was more grossed out than anything else by a plateful of eggs, done any way you please. I only liked hard boiled eggs, and only then for their puzzle-like appeal: can you get the white off in one piece and keep the yolk perfectly round? I usually could. Then I'd throw away the white and lick the yolk until my mother said "go wash your face, you're a filthy mess." My own kids do the opposite; they eat the white and leave the yolks lying around to get eaten by the dogs (if I'm lucky) or to roll off the table and get stepped on (if I'm not.) Even today, I prefer my eggs hidden inside of something, like creme brulee or a chocolate cake. 

Only Homero is an unabashed egg lover. He'd eat three or four eggs every day if I'd give them to him. I want him to live past fifty, however, so I don't. This situation leaves me with a serious egg surplus. Of course I put out a sign "Eggs, $2.50" on my kid's chalkboard out by the mailbox. But I think the days when people would stop at a stranger's house to buy farm products are over, at least if you don't have a professionally made sign. Once Hope, Paloma, and I set out a folding table and some chairs and sat out there for almost two hours with several dozen eggs in front of us, but nobody stopped. Hope was devastated. "Mom, can we make a stop sign? Please? Then they'll HAVE to stop." 

Then I tried Craigslist. Ah, Craigslist, where would I be without you? I posted an ad asking gardeners to trade their excess produce for my excess eggs. I did have some response, and now I have two or three people who come by regularly to take a couple of dozen eggs and leave either a few bucks or some of their extra produce. One of them is a baker and last time he left me homemade marshmallows, which were a revelation. But for the most part, my bartering simply means that now I have too much spinach and kale as well as too many eggs. Oh well, at least I'm helping to create a truly local food network and furthering my goal of eating locally, right?

What to do with too many eggs/too many greens:

Challah bread (6 egg yolks, two egg whites)
Ice cream base (three to six egg yolks, no whites)
chiles rellenos (four to six eggs, yolks and whites)
angel food cake (to use up the extra whites)
Quiche of all kinds, but especially the kind with spinach/chard/collards/kale in it
(four to six eggs, 1 pound mixed greens)
Saag (no eggs, as many greens as you got, spinach, mustard, collard, kale, chard, beet/turnip...etc)
And if the eggs are totally on top of you.....and you feel up to a challenge....
Pastel de tres leches (16 eggs, yolk and whites)