I Be Jammin’ – Unsuccessfully

Now that I have a new computer (YAAAAAYYYYY!! Can we all say Hallelujah?) I can write again!! Well, let’s just say I can quit procrastinating! I think I scared myself some because I thought that I had to write these loooong stories and then when my old Mac (RIP) failed to be updated and quit running WordPress properly, I gave up writing for a while. But now I have a new PC and I can no longer claim any excuses.

Sooo, for a new story!

I guess it is no secret that I love the Beautiful Elderberry, and I guess it is no secret that me and my Elderberry Sister love to pick them for one glorious day in the fall. Last summer was short and we had not thought that we would be able to get very many berries but to both of our surprise, we reaped a bumper crop! We had GALLONS of juice from the berries we picked and had to can it without making jam/jelly or else the jars would have taken over the world.

Elderberry Husband, Chuck is having an affair. Yes, it’s true. He loves Elderberry Jam more than this Elderberry Wife. Sad times! But I try my best to make him happy and now that I have gotten he and his True Love together, I feel like I have to keep him supplied. He was running out of his Beloved, so I vowed to make some more.

One day a couple of weeks ago I got out my tried and true recipe which I have made a half a dozen times successfully and strove to duplicate it. It should be said that I am a rebellious canner and never follow instructions or recipes exactly. I try to with jams and jellies because they are so picky, but my rebel nature (and laziness) get to me. I do the unthinkable – I make MONDO HUGE batches. This is the cardinal sin of Jammin’. ‘They’ say NEVER to do it. Well, ‘you’ ain’t the boss ‘o me! Oh, and I also make a cross between jelly and jam – jelly with pulp but no seeds. Another no-no.

SOOO, I made my typical MONDO HUGE batch of jelly/jam, can it all and expect the best, but alas, it is runny. Not quite syrup, not quite jam/jelly. At that particular time I was disheartened just enough to put it aside for a week or so, in the jars, to wait for the right day to remake it.

Today was a typical cold, rainy, Washington State, April day and I couldn’t quite bring myself to going outside to work so I thought today would be a good day for Jammin’. I was wrong. I emptied all of the jars out into the pan, added more pectin, washed all of my jars again, brought the jam/jelly to a boil again, canned it again, and once again, was met with the sloshy tell-tale syrupy news. Failure.

Well, I can’t say it was a complete failure. I will let you know after a few BILLION gluten-free waffles and pancakes!!

How NOT To Cut Your Own Christmas Tree

This story is brought to you by my sweet Elderberry Sister. Not because she wrote it, but because I wrote it to her in an email and she suggested that I put it on the blog. I agree that this is a story worth sharing. It’s long, but good! Get a cup of cocoa and join me!

 

Historically, my dear husband, Chuck has been a bit of a Grinch. I have never faulted him for it, it seems like a lot of men have strong feelings about decorating (or not decorating) for Christmas. I could tell by the cold look in his eye and the panic that creased his brow every time I mentioned ‘Christmas lights’, that he had endured many horrors of Christmas Decorating Past that he will never fully recover from. I have just decided to trust him on this one. The strong and telltale signs of PCTSD (Post Christmas Traumatic Stress Syndrome) are enough for me not to have pushed him on this. I have bigger holiday fish to fry.

 

When my kids were growing up their dad and I seriously relished starting new Holiday traditions frame-worked around the kid’s joys of the seasons. The year that our youngest was born, our oldest son was 9 and we had just moved to the Great Basin and Sierra Nevada area near Reno, Nevada. We were nature lovers from the word ‘Go!’ and decided that we would begin a new tradition of going out and cutting our own tree on public forest land. The first year I will always remember as the year that Jason and his dad cut the tree and I stayed in our new Jeep Cherokee with baby Brandon who was only 4 months old. We had pushed snow with the bumper of the Jeep to get to where we were cutting the tree and stopped when we could go no further. It was a true Sierra blizzard and I was very worried about getting home. Brandon nursed and cooed and we watched the snow cover the windows and listened to the silence waiting for the ‘men’ to bring home the kill. I will never forget the cold creeping in, covering the baby up a little tighter and singing to him to cut the tension that I felt. Then suddenly there was a mighty ‘THUMP’ on the top of the car that made both of us jump. Jason dove into the back seat and showered us with snow; he was freezing and iced up all over. Their dad tied the tree onto the top of the Jeep roof rack and we made our way down the mountain, happy to be going home. I don’t even remember if it was a decent tree or not, who cares? We had bagged it fair and square! We dined on snacks and thermos-fulls of hot chocolate as we drove home.

 

Fast forward through many years of tree-hunting expeditions. We had years we went with other families, years we went alone, years we took the kid’s friends, and we always took at least one dog. That was the tradition. First we had a dog named Barkley that was part wolf, then a couple of other dogs that didn’t last, and then finally after Jason was grown up and left home, our Australian Shepherd, Noyo went with us.

 

There was never a dog who loved a good Old Fashioned Christmas Tree Hunt the way she did. She had more fun than a barrel of monkeys. I think even after Jason moved out we convinced him to go with us once. I remember that one time because I remember that we had built a little fire to heat up cocoa and chili in a can and to put it out, the guys rolled the biggest gigantic snowball I had ever seen right onto the crackling fire to put it out. They were really impressed with all of the sizzling and sputtering that happened. Noyo loved a campfire more than any dog I ever knew and she barked furiously at the whole scene. She went on many a tree hunting expedition with us right up until her final year. It was just us that year, and she couldn’t follow me in the deep snow any more. I stomped down a path for her so she could ‘help’ me cut down the tree. Three months later we said our last goodbyes.

 

The following Spring I got our new dog, a black lab mixed we named Shadow. She was still a roly-poly 5 month old puppy when we got her and as full of character as any dog I have ever had. Even that winter when I went to cut a tree for Christmas and she was a year old she was just reaching the point where we couldn’t imagine her being any sillier. She was more of a pain in the butt than a good help. That is something that both small children and puppies are great for. This day I had no idea what a pain in the butt she really could be, but I soon found out.

 

Last year we didn’t get the most snow we had ever gotten but we had quite a bit by Thanksgiving. My siblings came and I had enlisted them to help shovel our parents out one day. I was eternally grateful for the assistance, I usually have to do at least the shoveling by myself. After the big meals and company were gone and one day while Chuck was at work I decided that I would get going to go cut down our tree for the second time since we have lived out here in The Boonies. The first year wasn’t so bad; I had gotten a small tree that we could put on a table top since our grandson was still quite young. Basically the only reason I decided to put up a tree at all was because I wanted to sort out the decorations we had used all those years and save some aside for my kids who are now grown up. That first small tree was easy to get so I thought this year I would go for a real winner of a tree. After all, what’s the use of living in the forest if you can’t get the best tree EVER!?

 

I actually have two dogs. Angie is an old dog now and was Noyo’s pal as much as a punching bag is a boxer’s pal. Poor girl has always been someone’s chew toy. She loves a good walk as much as the next dog, but has never been one for wading through the snow banks. Shadow, on the other hand, bounds through the mountains of powder for the sheer joy and exercise.

 

So this day I set off with my loppers over my shoulder and a song in my heart, expecting the best of days tree hunting. I didn’t mind that it was just the dogs and I (I already told you about Chuck’s PCTSD), and I was the lone carrier-on of a long line of family traditions. I was doing this for the family team, and I had the dogs for company.

 

I hadn’t gone very far on the iced over dirt road between our house and my parent’s when I spotted her. She was a perfectly gorgeous Grand Fir. Around here Grand or White fir are not a well-liked tree for foresters because they don’t make good lumber, but they do make nice Christmas trees. Therefore, they are the ones we always pick and are glad that we are doing the forest a favor. So there she was, and she looked to be about the perfect 10’ or 11’. We have a spot that will hold about a 10’ tree so I thought that by the time I got it trimmed up it would be just right. I started to walk towards the tree and the first thing that I noticed was that the snow was about 4’ deep. This was a problem, but not too big of one because it wasn’t too far! We began to wade over to the tree but Angie took one look at the deep snow and lay down in a sunny spot on the road. Shadow thought it all looked like a blast and knocked me down about 4 times before we got to the tree. At a year old she was already about 70 pounds. By that time I had broken out in a sweat and removed most of my outer clothing. I used the loppers trim branches to get to the bottom of the tree, which was below the level of the snow. This was a challenge. Then when I got to the base of the tree I noticed that it was about the size around of my calf. There was no way that: 1) It was ever going to fit in the stand, or; 2) I was ever going to cut it down with the loppers. “Ok,” I thought, “I’ll just go and get my small chain saw and buzz it down.” So, once again, with Shadow having fun at my expense, I marched back through the snow and back to the shop to get the saw. Back out to the tree with the saw, I was starting to blaze a trail so I didn’t fall down so easily and Shadow was getting bored with trampling and licking me. I also noticed that I didn’t have to bend over very far to pull the cord on the chain saw because I could set it on top of the snow. I thought that finally something was in my favor. But now came the Winter Dilemma. The Winter Dilemma says that if you have a machine that starts easily in the summer when it is warm, in the winter it starts with the exact opposite of ease. In other words, it didn’t start. I hauled the chain saw back and got a limb saw. By now I was so tired I wasn’t sure I could drag the tree back when I got it cut. I decided not to worry about it yet, so I set to cutting the tree down. Saw, saw, saw, lick, paw, bark, drool, sweat, pant. Shadow thought it was amazing. Finally, with a soft crack, it fell down into the snow. Even though it was just about freezing I was practically ready to do the rest of my duties in the nude.

 

I took a breather, sitting in the snow, and thought, “Maybe I will just wait until Chuck comes home and get him to help me drag it out.” Then I recalled the look on his face and got up and grabbed onto a branch to start hauling. I heaved a mighty pull and…. Nothing. I got my footing and girded my loins (whatever that means. It sounds good!), and pulled again. Nothing. By this time I was wondering where Shadow was. This was the first time I hadn’t had to push her off of me and mop drool off of my face. I turned around to try and pull the tree backwards and saw her. She was sitting there with her mouth open, tongue hanging out, with the biggest, happiest, Labrador smile ever. She was looking so pleased with herself and had her butt firmly pressed into the snow in a perfect ‘Sit’. The trainer would have been so happy if we were at puppy-training class. Why wasn’t I beaming with pride? Because, her furry black butt was also parked on the top of the tree that I was trying to drag. Her face clearly said, “Come on Mom!! Let’s go!!” I have never seen her sit so patiently to wait for anything.

 

After much yelling, grunting, sweating, swearing, and dragging we arrived at the back door of the house, which is a sliding glass door. When we were planning to get this house we had 3 sliding glass doors added to the design because we wanted lots of ways to get things in and out of the house. It has been a good plan. So I came up to the door with the tree and for the first time did a little visual assessment to see how it would fit. To my horror I made the realization that the tree that I thought was a nice reasonable size in the forest was at least 30% bigger than I thought it was. It was way too wide and way too tall! There was no way it was going to fit through the door, much less the house. I (finally) got the measuring tape out and the loppers and saw again, and cut off the bottom three feet of the tree as well as a few large branches. Then I pulled, pushed and shoved the tree in the door. When I finally got the thing in far enough to shut the door I had to stop and reassess. Now the tree was lodged like a cork in a small hallway between the kitchen and the living room. I had to climb over the top of the tree, go around through the kitchen to the other end of the tree and pull for all I was worth to get it into the living room. It wasn’t until I got it to the place where it was going to be put up that I looked back to see green streaks and crooked pictures all along the hall and a trail of mud and pine needles, wadded up area rugs and overturned furniture. As I turned to look at the tree in it’s resting place, I marveled at the fact that it was in the perfect spot; right by the other sliding glass door that it could have come in with much less trouble. ‘Cause that’s how I roll! Yessiree!

 

This year was completely different. Chuck volunteered to help me cut the tree! I was surprised but pleased. At last he was facing down his PCTSD! But I had a lot of good advice to give to him and anyone else if they care to take it: 1) Make sure you don’t have to go through lots of deep snow to get to the tree. 2) Don’t get mauled by the dog. 3) Take the right tool for cutting down the tree. 4) Measure the tree BEFORE doing all the work. 5) Before trying to drag the tree make sure it doesn’t have a 70 lb. weight attached to it. 6) For the least amount of work, bring the tree through the right door. You’re welcome! Merry Christmas!

 

 

Holiday Cheese Ball Memories

There are certain things, certain food traditions that transcend time. When you enact these traditions or taste a certain dish at a certain time of the year, all of the pieces of the past years seem to be connected with a golden thread of memory. You are transported back in time and forward in time with all of those experiences that you had in the past and will have in the future at the same time of the year. For me, Christmas traditions and certain foods are these time-traveling transporters. My Holiday Cheese Ball is just one of them.

In my own, hand-typed, loose leaf notebook full of family recipes this one is titled, “Kay’s Cheese Ball”. Many years ago when Kay’s son and I were married and our kids were small and we were first starting out, Kay used to send me all of the recipes that made her think of us and that were her traditions. She and I share a love for collecting recipes, and also a love for feeding people that we love at family gatherings. Every once in a while, she would send us a recipe at a certain time of year.

One time, for my birthday I got a very heavy package for its size from Kay, and they wouldn’t deliver it to the mailbox so I went to the post office and picked up the box. I remember opening it in the car because I was so overcome with curiosity. The prize turned out to be a large, heavy bundt cake that was a sour cream coffee cake. I will write another piece about that cake, but today it’s Cheese Ball. I am sure we got that recipe around Christmas, and my husband had said that yes, we would have to make it because it was delicious.

From the first bite my kids were hooked and so was I. We savored that first cheese ball and every one after that every year for Christmas and Thanksgiving. I think that the only years I may not have made it would have been the few between my marriages when I was so grief-stricken I couldn’t bear to be in the company of those old recipes. It was too painful to relive all of those happy times after my marriage had been shattered beyond repair and so was I. For me, preparing food for my loved ones and eating it at family gatherings was so inexorably connected that it was like flying with broken wings. A couple of times my parents came for a holiday and we pulled out some of the old recipes, or my one younger son was still home and we made some of our favorites, but it just wasn’t the same.

Then I fell in love with my new husband and he had two teenage kids, a son, and a daughter. I still remember that first year we had a Thanksgiving Feast. It was a true celebration of two families joining together, all of us becoming one family despite all of the other hardships that we had all been through, and for one day we all shared cooking, eating, laughing, and talking like we had always been together. The kids all got along great. It was like they had known each other forever. They were joking and laughing and teasing each other and playing games and watching movies just like ‘old times’ but it was the first of many old times.

Now when I make that cheese ball there may not be anybody but me that is home, but I always hear my kids’ slippered feet running through the house on a Christmas morning or a Thanksgiving afternoon. I taste the cheesy-nutty goodness and remember all of the times we played games, laughed with friends and family,  snacked on leftovers and looked out the window at the snow and cold and felt warm and comfortable and loved. And time stood still.

Make some cheese ball and make your own memories!

Holiday Cheese Ball

This recipe makes two small cheese balls. I usually double it because you can freeze some of the cheese balls for when company drops by or for a gift for a neighbor.

The brand that makes the port wine cheese spread also makes their own version that is very similar, but if you read the label it has all kinds of preservatives and stuff in it you don’t need in it. I have even used them in a pinch, but they aren’t the same as when I make them. My boys would always say it tastes better because I put love in it. Awwww!

1-8 oz package port wine cheese spread

1-8 oz package cream cheese

2 Tbsp Chopped pimento

2 Tbsp finely chopped green pepper

2 Tbsp finely chopped onion

1 tsp. Worcestershire sauce

1/2 tsp. lemon juice

Chopped walnuts, pecans, or almond

Method:

Combine all ingredients, makes 2 small cheese balls. You can use a mixer and mix on low speed until it is all combined. Then put the finely chopped nuts into a bowl and scoop out gobs of the cheese ball, roll in nuts and put into containers to be frozen for later use or refrigerate to use soon.

We like to use nuts to roll them in, but I have heard of people using dill or parsley to roll them in. I usually save the cups that the port wine cheese spread comes in and put small balls into them to freeze. Sometimes that is just enough for a couple of people. It also looks nice when you pop them onto a plate. I  have my own little cheese ball so that it doesn’t get contaminated when other people use it with gluten-full crackers. It works great!

Serve with love and enjoy!  ~ Sandy

A Summer Huckleberry Zone in Winter

Last night a few of my girlfriends and I gathered at a friend’s house. We try and gather often, a couple of times a month, and once in a while around certain special occasions and to celebrate a few birthdays. We don’t need much of an occasion to get together and laugh, tell stories, share trials, triumphs, tears and food. We were about 8 of us and we were sharing gifts with the birthday girls, some of which were amazing hand crafted things that we had created for our friends.

Kathy had made this beautiful and whimsically funny doll with beautiful ceramic hands, legs and feet, and face and a beautiful green pointy hat. Her fragile ceramic legs had little black pointy shoes and orange and black striped socks. She had a cute little orange cape with a feather boa attached to it. It was absolutely adorable! We were talking about how cute it was and all of us women were passing it around and looking at it as if it were a newborn baby. Each woman took it from and passed it to another woman with the experienced hands of motherhood, cradling the head as if it would squirm out of our hands. We each peered into her face, inspected her little hands and feet, and exclaimed with joy at the tiny accouterments that Kathy had endowed her little costume with.”Oh! Look at her little striped socks!!” and “Did you see her tiny earrings?!”, “Ooooohhhh! How precious!” She really is the cutest thing ever! I so enjoyed seeing everyone inspecting her!

The opportunity arose, so Kathy plugged her Etsy shop which is named the same as her business, The Wisecrafter. (It can be accessed by clicking Here.) Go and checkout her wonderful work!

We were talking about Kathy and her amazing artistic abilities and Elderberry Sister 2, A.J. piped up, “Speaking of talented people…… Sandy has a new blog!!”. All of the other women, who are also my sister-friends got excited and started asking me questions. “What is it called? What do you write about?”. I told them that it was called ‘Elderberry Sisters’ and it is about “Life, Love, and Gluten-Free Cooking in Inland Northwest Washington State”. One friend, said, “Who are the Elderberry Sisters?” I pointed to myself and Elderberry Sister 2. She said, “Hey! What about Huckleberry Sisters?! We pick huckleberries together!” I told her that I just haven’t gotten to that story yet. She said, “You HAVE to write about the Huckleberry Zone!” All of the other women were asking, “What is the Huckleberry Zone?” so I told the story.

It was late July of this year and I had just been thinking that morning that this would have to be a year that I didn’t pick any huckleberries. They do grow around here but you have to know where, and those who do know where often pick and sell them for a pretty penny to the ‘lowlanders’.

My friend is THE Huckleberry Queen in my book. She doesn’t pick them to sell, but she picks more for her family than anyone I know, and she knows the good places. During the season she and her family go out in the early morning, evenings, weekends, whenever they have a free hour or two, and scour the hillsides for the tiny gems. I had mentioned that I love picking any and all wild berries, and so this particular morning my friend the Huckleberry Queen (HQ) called me out of the blue and invited me to go with her. I dropped what I was doing, grabbed my buckets and took off to meet her. When I got there about 10:00 am, she hollered to her hubby, “I’ll be back in a little bit, we are going to pick!” Soon HQ , her yellow Labrador, Amber, and I were combing the side of a mountain working on filling our mouths and the coffee cans we had tied to our waists. I felt like we were in the scene of a movie or a picture on a postcard.

It was one of those perfect memories that will stay in my mind forever. The day was gorgeous, the sky blue, the temperature was balmy and hospitable, there was a slight, cooling breeze. All week it had been hot and muggy and mosquito-infested at my house, but up on the mountain, the conditions were ideal. My mom always said that huckleberries grow where it would be hard for a billy goat to get to them and she isn’t too far from wrong. It is always a battle, climbing up and down steep inclines, tripping over sticks and climbing over rocks and downed trees, sliding down slopes, and getting scratched by wild rose bushes. On this day, once we slid down the hill and ended up in the patch, it was easy picking. You could sit on a log or stump or the ground and pick for a half hour at a time. It was wonderful. We kept saying how it was a great spot, the berries were so big, etc.!

My friend always takes her dog with her when she is picking because it is not unusual to find a bear hunting for berries too, and a dog would provide enough distraction to hopefully allow us to get out with our lives. Amber, like all Labradors, is sweet, silly, and loves Huckleberries and people. She would visit first one of us and then the other, nibbling berries off the bushes in between, and we would end up in a giggling pile of fur and slobber with her sticky purple tongue cleaning our faces. It was a happy day for all of us. Purely blissful, we kept saying. A summer day with a friend couldn’t be better!

We picked and picked, talked and talked and traversed our way up and down, side to side on the hill. We kept saying that we felt like we had all the time in the world, and wasn’t it amazing how time seems to stand still out there in the sunshine when you are bathed in dog kisses, friendly conversation, and sunshine. The backsides of our blue jeans and our fingers became purple-stained and HQ, true to her nature emptied two of her buckets to my one several times. Finally, we were just about picked-out in our perfect spot, so HQ went up to her car to empty her bucket and look for another spot to pick. While she was at the car she glanced at her cell phone to see what time it was. I heard her let out a surprised squeak.

“What’s wrong?” I yelled up to her. “Sandy!”, she said, “Come on! We have to go! It’s 4:00!!”. “WHAT??!!” I screamed, and almost dumped my bucket as I scrambled to stand up. I was in total disbelief… We had left about 10:00 and I SWEAR it had only been an hour or two!! I clamored up the hill and we jumped in the car with Amber and took off for her house. All the way back we were chattering about how unbelievable it was that it had gotten so late and we didn’t notice! We didn’t even get hungry at lunch time! We must have been in the Huckleberry Zone! We weren’t even that tired! We must have been in as magical of a place as it had felt – like two Dorothy’s in the Wizard of Oz!

We pulled into the driveway and I helped her carry her berries into the house. Her hubby was almost hysterical with fright and was uncharacteristically wound up for someone who almost never raises his voice. Feeling sheepish, I quietly let myself out – they needed to work out the details…. Driving home I was left wondering about time, and how a whole day could disappear into a lazy, sunny blink of an eye.

A few days later I ran into him at the store when we both had a more realistic perspective. He said that in those long hours of waiting for us it had seemed like an eternity to him. He had been trying to call her cell phone, which was out of range (in The Zone), where time was standing still for us. His minds eye could only imagine what the bears might have done with us! In our world, everything had been peaceful and calm. I apologized to him and said that at least ONE of us should have noticed that 6 hours passed! We both couldn’t help but laugh in hindsight at the irony, but it certainly hadn’t been funny to him!

This winter when I am eating my huckleberries in numerous desserts, and over the years to come, I am sure I will look back and marvel at the way that time can stop and be captured in my mind for an eternity like a photograph – in the Huckleberry Zone!

~ for my dear Huckleberry Sister

 

 

Yes Folks, A Barbecued Turkey!

*Note: Begin the day before with a thawed turkey, about 14-18 pounds.

Nowadays there as many ‘traditional’ ways to make a holiday turkey as you can imagine! Roasted, deep-fried, and yes, even barbecued. There are some people, like my dad, who would say, “If it ‘aint broke, don’t fix it! Leave the Thanksgiving turkey as it is!!” Other family members are tried-and-true-traditional-turkey-haters and think that the ‘old’ recipe ought to be tossed out and traded in for just about anything. I place myself smack-dab in the middle. I absolutely adore the regular traditional turkey, but in keeping with my inability to leave well-enough alone, and my need to completely go totally off the deep end cooking during the holidays, I have come up with something that is asked for even more than the ‘normal’ turkey dinner. This is my new favorite tradition, a Barbecued Turkey.

I fully admit, that as long as people have been devising a way to catch those long-legged gristle-y relatives of our modern-day turkey, they have probably been singeing their feathers off over an open flame. I know I am not the first to do so, but I am so thrilled and proud of my blackened bird that I would make any cave-woman blush. The smell and sight of it even has the dogs standing knee-deep in a puddle of drool with anticipation! I have to say, my dear father isn’t convinced, but he is one of the few family members that won’t push the conventional turkey aside and reach for a morsel of the smoked flesh of my barbecued bird.

I love to cook anything cave-woman style, and next to gluten-free baking, cooking outdoors over an open fire, on a charcoal grill, or in a dutch oven is my way to have good cooking fun. A lot of times the convenience of my indoor kitchen wins out, but I absolutely love going on a camp-out and cooking in the great outdoors. Along with the passion of doing the cooking comes doing the research, for me. There are many recipes for grilling poultry, and many methods of marinating, seasoning, and brining the bird and I love to look at them all.

I like a basic brining method to prepare the bird. I don’t know the science behind it, but soaking the bird over night in a seasoned brine has a way of locking in all of the moisture and flavor of the meat while also imparting delicate flavors that are complemented by the grilling and smoking process. I have been known to add wood chips to the fire, but I believe that if the bird has been properly brined it doesn’t need wood smoke to flavor it. The charcoal itself adds a nice, light, smoky flavor that can quickly become acrid if it is overdone.

Care should be taken in the grilling method itself, or the turkey can become burned on the outside while still raw on the inside, and the bird will become inedible. As usual with a new method, with a little care and education, your turkey can come out perfect even if it is your first time cooking it that way, and I will provide you with the information. I have had multiple kinds of charcoal barbecues and I prefer the bare-bones Weber brand charcoal grill for many reasons, but for me it is just a high quality brand that has a nice thick kettle that keeps the heat even, and a nicely domed top that has room for a fairly large turkey. The grill is sturdy and it has an easy-to-use venting system that makes controlling the heat easy as well. They make all kinds of accessories for these models, including grill racks with sides that flip-up so you can add more charcoal easily, and banking racks that keep your briquettes held away from the bird. You can, however, make even a cheap charcoal grill with only the bare necessities work like a charm. This is how you do it all:

Sandy’s Brined Barbecued Turkey

A traditional brine recipe has, at the very least, water to soak the meat in, as well as salt to help with the curing process. This recipe also uses fruit juices and other ingredients to impart a wonderful flavor as well!

You will need:

A large stock pot to simmer the brine

A large pot or bucket to soak the bird

1 large cooking bag that is big enough to hold the turkey and be able to tie the top shut.

A kettle-style barbecue (see Weber link above)

A charcoal chimney briquette starter (see link below)

A long stick or tongs

A thick barbecue mitt or welding glove is recommended

Brine Recipe

2 Tbsp. cooking oil

1 head of garlic, each clove peeled and crushed

1 large onion, coarsely chopped

1 gallon cold water

2 cans frozen apple juice

2 cans frozen orange juice (you can experiment with other flavors of juices. I would like to try elderberry of course!)

2 cups of salt (You can use any type of salt, canning salt, sea salt, or rock salt, but if a coarse salt is used, add an extra cup)

1/2 cup of brown sugar or molasses (my all-time favorite!)

Whole cloves – about a dozen (this is the spice used for baking. If you haven’t got whole ones, you can use a big teaspoon of ground.)

1 large stick of cinnamon, broken into pieces

1 Tbsp. of freshly ground nutmeg

1 large knot of fresh ginger, minced, or 1 Tbsp. ground

2 whole oranges, zest grated and oranges cut up

Method:

Begin by preparing a large stainless steel or enameled stock pot by adding oil and placing on medium heat on a stove burner. Add chopped onion and cook until just beginning to soften. Add garlic and cook just until fragrant, about a minute.

Add remaining ingredients, but only about 1/3 of the water, saving the rest until later. Simmer for 15 minutes or until salt and brown sugar or molasses are completely dissolved. Remove from heat and allow to cool. The remaining water can be added in the form of ice to cool it faster.

It is totally up to you what you use to brine the turkey in, but be forewarned that the brine is not safe to use with aluminum. I use a stainless steel canning pot with the turkey and brine inside in the large oven bag. I line the pot with the oven bag, then slip the turkey in, legs sticking up. That way you can pour the brine into the cavity to make sure it doesn’t have any air in it. Pour in all of the brine, and if there isn’t enough to cover the bird, add some water and stir. In order to completely cover the turkey with brine and all ingredients, tie the top of the bag shut. Then you won’t have to turn it halfway through. I then let it sit over night in the brine, in the refrigerator.

The next day, prepare the turkey for barbecuing by removing it from the bag and brine. Be careful, the brining tenderizes the bird and it may tear apart if you aren’t careful! Rinse it well; it will retain the flavor, but you don’t want all of the salt left on it or it won’t be fit to eat.

After rinsing, place the bird into a large roasting pan. I use foil because the barbecuing would ruin a nice roasting pan. I don’t use a rack inside the pan, and  since you are rinsing the brine off, it’s fine – it won’t react with the aluminum. I have also just placed it on the grill rack and done it that way, without a pan, because I don’t use the juices for gravy. Even though you rinse it, the juices can still be pretty salty. You should insert a meat thermometer into the thickest part of the breast so you can check it for done-ness later. Make sure it isn’t touching a bone so that you get an accurate reading.

*This step is optional, but not necessary: I put more coarsely chopped raw apples, oranges, celery, garlic and some thyme into the cavity of the turkey to add more moisture and flavor. I have done it both ways and both are delicious!

About 45 minutes before you want to start cooking the turkey, use a charcoal chimney (you can find one here or at your local hardware store) to start as many coals as you can pile in the chimney. You do this by putting the charcoal in the big side of the chimney and wad up a sheet of newspaper in the bottom. Light the paper with a match and let it burn. After about a half an hour check the coals. When they are ready they should all be covered in grey ash, glowing, and hot as the devil. Dump out the coals and use a long stick to shove the coals as far to the sides as you can. I use a welding glove so I don’t burn my hand. Onto the top of the coals that are ready, dump about twice as many more new coals. The coals that are on fire will start the new ones. Make sure that all of the coals are banked to the sides and put the grill surface over it all. Replace the lid and let the new coals get started for another 10 or 15 minutes.

When you are ready to put the turkey on to cook, have someone help you wrangle the turkey or the grill – trust me, you won’t have enough hands! Put the turkey in the center of the grill with the coals that are beneath the grill are on the sides. This provides indirect heat, like an oven, so that it doesn’t fry the turkey and burn it. Replace the lid, checking to be sure that the thermometer or the turkey aren’t touching the lid. Make sure that the vents on the top and bottom of the grill are all open or the fire will go out. I usually have to crack the lid about 1/8 th of an inch on one side to get the perfect ventilation. Let the turkey cook for about an hour, checking periodically to make sure the coals aren’t going out. If it doesn’t seem very hot, crack the lid a little bit more until the coals get going. Trust me, it should be so hot that you can see the heat waves coming off of the barbecue!

The first time you do it, it seems like you have to babysit the fire a lot, and the whole process seems complicated, but you will get the hang of it, and it is worth it. Also, be aware that the coals don’t last forever. You will have to keep an eye on it and add more coals every hour and a half or so to keep it cooking. If the fire goes out or you don’t get more coals on, don’t worry, you can finish it off in a 350 degree oven until the internal temperature of the turkey reaches 185 degrees. The first hour or so is what really gives it the flavor, after that you are just cooking it until it is up to temperature. If you have another turkey or other dishes in the oven inside then you had better keep it cooking outdoors, though!

All in all, I have found that my turkeys, which usually weigh between 14-18 pounds take about 4-5 hours to cook depending on the barbecue.

For easiest carving, allow the turkey to rest at room temperature for about 10 minutes before serving.

In my opinion, this version is much more flavorful cold than a regular roasted turkey. It makes a wonderful sandwich or turkey salad! Would be great to make in the summer, too! Enjoy it at your next family feast!

 

 

 

Roast Turkey with Rice, Pear, Cranberry and Walnut Dressing

I firmly believe that sometimes you have to replace what has worked forever with something that is a huge flop. Then when you totally reinvent yourself and come out with something completely different, everyone can look at you with new eyes, or taste buds! This year’s stuffing was like that for me.

Last year was my first gluten-free Thanksgiving, so I tried to re-make my traditional dressing for the Thanksgiving turkey using gluten-free bread and was sorely disappointed. The bread soaked up the liquids and disintegrated into a soggy, gritty mess. The texture was horrible and it completely over shadowed the tastes of the ingredients. Of course I made a boat-load of it and I didn’t even have any chickens to feed it to at the time!! For those of you who make traditional dressing you know that it usually takes about 10 cups of bread. For those of you who are on a gluten-free diet, you know that commercial GF bread is very expensive, so that was a mistake I did not want to repeat. As I served it, I completely let everyone off the hook, excusing them from having to participate in my experiment, but most everyone tried it. They were polite, but the remainders on everyone’s plate were testament to my failure. I just chalked it up to experience.

This year I wanted to try putting some ingredients into the stuffing that were traditional and also some that I was not accustomed to using. As usual I looked to some of my favorite on-line resources and came up with some delicious-sounding ingredients to try. I found myself asking, “What is it that I always like about traditional stuffing?”. My answer to that question would be; a flavor that is both savory and a little sweet, a texture that is tender but with some bites that have a firmer or even crunchy texture, the taste and smell of those traditional seasonings like sage, rosemary and thyme. It would have to have some kind of a filler-type ingredient to carry the flavors and textures that would give it a similar consistency to regular stuffing, but without the bread. I wanted it to be familiar and comforting, but at the same time intriguing. I wanted the approval of the old die-hard stuffing fans and I also wanted new converts.

many as 20 when kids, grandkids, friends, spouses, With our location on the Eastern side of the Cascades and being as far North as we are, the weather is not as predictable as the weather man would like us to believe, so we can never tell how many guests we might have at our Thanksgiving table. We have had as few as 6 and as many as 20 kids, grandkids, friends, in-laws and outlaws show up, so I just plan for a big crowd out of habit. This year we thought we would have a medium to large group but it ended up being on the small to medium size. We had enough food for one of the largest groups we could have had, so we had a LOT of leftovers. I sent home a bunch of food with our daughter for her family, and my Mom and Dad and I put a few containers in the freezer for later meals. We also ate repeats of the meal for maybe three days. Yes, there were leftovers of the dressing, but there were leftovers of everything else too, and overall it got a thumbs up from everyone who tried it. Everyone deemed it as good or better than traditional stuffing, so I would call it a success. If I were to change anything about how I did it, the only thing I would do is prepare it and put it in a separate baking dish instead of stuffing it inside the bird. I think it would have a better texture. It was a little overdone, a bit too homogeneous, and would have been better with the flavors kept more separate and intact.

With all of that being said, I will definitely try it again! I think it would be a great side dish to have with chicken or pork when it’s not Thanksgiving, or with a meal made with some of those yummy leftovers we all have! Let me know what you think and give me your ideas on how you might change it at your table!

Roasted Turkey

Ingredients:

One whole turkey, defrosted and rinsed well, placed in a large roasting pan. (I like them about 20 pounds just because we usually have a lot of people and we love the leftovers.)

1 whole onion

3-4 sticks of celery

3-4 cloves of fresh garlic, peeled

Poultry seasoning, salt & pepper to your liking

Method:

After turkey is completely thawed, rinsed, and placed in the large greased roasting pan, chop the onion, celery, and garlic into rough chunks, toss with some of the seasonings, and place into cavity. If you are going to cook the dressing separately, this will still give the turkey the same taste as stuffing it did. Sprinkle outside of the bird with additional seasonings and insert a meat thermometer into the thickest part of the breast, being careful that the end doesn’t make contact with bone or you will have an incorrect temperature reading. Cover bird lightly with a tent of foil and place in a 325 degree oven.

Roast the turkey for approximately 20 minutes per pound if dressing is not put into bird, and about 30 minutes per pound if it is. Check for done-ness by viewing the thermometer you have put into the turkey. It should be done if the internal temperature is about 185 degrees.

Note: Although most of us have placed the dressing inside the turkey for most of our lives, it is generally accepted nowadays that this isn’t a good practice. One reason is that for the dressing to reach the safe temperature of 185 degrees the turkey will have to be overdone. By the same token, if the breast is perfectly done, the dressing will likely not have reached the safe temperature. The other reason is, as I have said, that the texture and flavors of the dressing will be over-cooked if inside the bird.

Rice, Pear, Cranberry and Walnut Dressing

Ingredients:

2 cups of your favorite whole grain rice mixture, such as brown and wild rice or other combination.

4 cups water

3 Tbsp. butter, margarine, or cooking oil of your choice

1 medium onion, medium dice

3 cloves garlic, peeled and minced

2 stalks celery, medium dice

1 cup mushrooms, sliced

2 medium-sized peeled, ripe but still firm pears, medium dice

1 cup dried cranberries

1 cup walnut chunks

1-15 oz. can of chicken broth or vegetable broth.

2 Tbsp. poultry seasoning

1 tsp. Thyme

1 tsp. salt

pepper to taste

Method:

Place the 2 cups of rice into a medium-sized saucepan and add the 4 cups of water. Cook over medium-high heat, boiling until most of the water is absorbed. Turn the burner off, place lid on pan and let sit on the burner for at least 1/2 an hour to finish steaming.

Meanwhile, heat the 3 T. butter or oil in a saute’ pan and add the chopped onion and celery. Cook over medium heat, stirring periodically, until onion is mostly cooked and begins to soften and turn translucent. Add garlic and cook until fragrant, and toss in mushrooms. Continue cooking until mushrooms are just barely beginning to cook.

Place cooked rice, into a large bowl. Add cooked vegetables, chopped pears, walnut chunks, dried cranberries, broth, and seasonings and combine well. Pour into a large, well-greased casserole.

Bake covered at 350 degrees for 1/2 hour. Remove cover and continue baking until heated all the way through, pears are done but not mushy, and nuts and dried cranberries still have some texture; about another 1/2 an hour.

Serve hot with roasted turkey or other meat dishes. Enjoy!

 

 

Holiday Yams – Several Versions

When I was thinking of how I wanted to make a side dish with Yams this year I was torn between my old standby recipe and doing something different. I like to look at recipes and ideas all over the web but I was leaning towards my favorite recipe when I ran across a couple of ideas that tickled my interest.

I like yams or sweet potatoes any old way. What we call yams in the produce section, yams in a can, traditional holiday sweet potatoes with pineapple or marshmallows, sweet potato patties, fries, roasted – I really could care less. I really like them and fix them in many ways all winter long. I have experimented with several of my biggest favorites and would like to put them here so you can enjoy them too!

Note: These are recipes made by the ‘seat of your pants’, meaning you just throw things together in a relaxed fashion and let your tastes guide the amounts! Feel free to mix and match components of all of these recipes to your hearts desire! You are only limited by your imagination!

Yams With Apples

Method:

This is pretty simple, I use fresh yams and peel them and cut them into about 1″ chunks into a bake-proof casserole. Do the same with about 1/3 of the amount of apples. I toss with a little bit of lemon juice to keep the yams and apples from oxidizing and turning brown, and bake for about an hour uncovered. When the yams and apples are tender you can mash them together, add a topping of a sprinkled brown sugar, apple pie spice mix or cinnamon, and sliced almonds. Return to oven and broil until almonds are lightly toasted and topping is bubbly. Dig in!

Yams With Mandarins and Pecans

Quite some time ago I got the genesis of this recipe from a label or package of some kind, and I don’t remember where. I have just adopted it to suit my tastes and put in amounts as I like.

Method:

Once again, peel and cut the fresh yams into 1″ chunks and put into an oven proof casserole. Depending on the size of the casserole and the amount of yams, add one or more cans of drained mandarin oranges. If you really like the orange flavor you can add some frozen orange juice concentrate or grated orange peel. Bake uncovered for about an hour or until yams are tender and most of liquid is absorbed. Mash or leave in chunks to your heart’s content. At this point I add some kind of sweetener. Depending on my tastes at the time I have added brown sugar, maple syrup, or molasses. I like molasses the best, myself. You could even use agave or some stevia extract. It doesn’t matter, and can even be omitted if the oranges make it sweet enough for your taste. I top this one with lots of pecan chunks and brown before serving.

Yams With Bananas

This one snuck up on me this year! As I was browsing on-line I saw recipe after recipe for yams, but none of them really jumped out at me until I saw that someone added bananas. Bananas! What a great idea! It sounded like the perfect thing to add a sweetness and complexity to a perfect vegetable! This is how I did it:

Method:

I peeled and cut up enough yams into medium-sized chunks to fill a two-quart casserole, about 4 or 5 good-sized fresh yams. I then sliced two large bananas into the yams and sprinkled with about a tablespoon of lemon juice. You can add some cinnamon, cloves, or other spices if you like. I baked it covered with foil for about an hour or until the yams were tender, mashed until just blended but still a little chunky, then drizzled with just enough molasses to barely taste. I topped it with chopped pecans and browned it in the oven.

This is really good! It is interesting because with each bite you taste a complexity of flavors and textures that keeps your taste buds interested! First you say, “Molasses!”, then, “Yams!”, then “Banana!”, then, “Pecan!”. Then when you roll a bite around in your mouth you taste it all blend together. It is a surprising new twist to an old favorite!

Healthy Holiday Dishes and Desserts

This Thanksgiving holiday was the second one that I have spent gluten-free. Last year I had gotten to the point where I had been doing a lot of cooking all summer and into the fall and was beginning to feel like I was getting the swing of gluten-free baking and cooking and wasn’t afraid of it any more. I thought I would try my hand at making all of the traditional dishes that I used to make for the holiday, only convert them all to gluten-free. In the process I made some so-so pies, a couple of mediocre side dishes and a truly horrible rendition of my usual stuffing for the turkey. This year I decided to do a re-do of those and other new recipes to make the whole thing more palatable. I have another year of cooking under my belt (literally!!), and have scanned the blogosphere for ideas. This year I am proud to say that I am much closer to total satisfaction with how all of my recipes turned out!

Meanwhile, my mom has her traditions too, and she longs for some things that she really craves but doesn’t take the time to make. She is not practicing a gluten-free lifestyle, nor is she particularly interested in doing things over in a more healthy manner. At 80 she knows what she wants and is willing to make it even if she is the only one who eats it, and she isn’t! My husband, brother, and any of our kids and their kids eat what they please and there is probably twice as much to eat because we are all over compensating for what some of us can’t have!

Anyway, I really wanted to make some of these dishes and desserts and will add the links as I post the recipes. It was a wonderful feast and was devoured by all who attended. Enjoy!

Why it’s Gluten-Free for me!

I will never forget that day. It was about 3:00 in the morning, and as I lay in bed I remember waking up scratching and thinking about mosquitoes. Then the realization hit me that it was too early in the year for mosquitoes. It was only April and though not unheard of this time of year if there was an unseasonable warm spell – in my section of The Boonies there was still snow and it was still pretty cold. I forced myself to go back to sleep; who wants to wake up at 3 am when it is dank and slushy out? By 6:00 I couldn’t lie still any more from the itching and decided to get up and see what the heck was going on. Our master bathroom has a great system of mirrors to see every square inch of your ‘look’. It’s a little wasted on me since I am not the type to spend too much time on my ‘look’, but that day it was helpful. I lifted up my shirt to look at the place on my stomach where the itch was, and was horrified to see a spray of pea-sized red welts across my midsection. I have only gotten hives a couple of times but they are always bad news. My younger son had them a couple of times when he was little, and the torture I watched him endure was indescribable. I was almost afraid to, but I lifted my shirt and looked in the mirror at the mirror behind me. My back was covered with hives too. I tried not to panic and started to go about my daily routine but quickly found out that this was no normal morning in many ways. I was groggy and foggy headed and felt like going back to bed. If I did, my sleep was short-lived because I hurt all over and itched like the dickens. A headache plagued me. I felt angry, tired, and cranky, but it was more than inconvenience and lack of sleep. I felt as if every nerve in my body was on fire and I was climbing the walls with agitation while at the same time feeling so tired and achy that I could barely move. I could not remember a time in my fifty-some years on the planet when I felt like this. It was so different from anything else – an all-encompassing feeling of dis-ease, that had me scrambling for a solution.

A couple of friends of mine had recently had problems that somewhat reminded me of what was going on with me, so I called one of them. Dawn had suffered from hives for many months and never did figure out what was causing the problem. I had, in fact, given her some advice when she was on her journey to try to figure out what brought on her illness. Oddly enough her hives miraculously disappeared on their own. They had been only in some spots and the small variety, whereas my hives that morning were quickly spreading all over my body and becoming the giant variety, bigger across than my hand, some spreading clear across my body! I called my other friend.

Dana had gone to see a naturopathic doctor when she had been suffering from a variety of symptoms. She is one of my friends who is always looking for ways to improve her health and is always studying and investigating natural remedies and the best diet. She had told me that she was instructed to eliminate anything with potato from her diet and that she felt much better. I wrote down the number that she gave me of her doctor, and even though it was Sunday I called the office in desperation and left a panicked message asking that someone please call me back.

When one of the doctors did call me back, I explained to her what had happened. She told me what I already knew which was that it was something that was probably building up in my body for a while but I didn’t see the signs until I broke out in the hives. I remember from when my kids were little that allergies can be like a pot of water, slowly coming to a boil, then suddenly bubbling over causing all kinds of trouble. She gave me some suggestions and told me to eat nothing but vegetable broth for a few days.

We have gotten really used to being able to look up anything (and I mean ANYTHING) on the internet, so when I started to put things like ‘hives’, and ‘allergies’, and such into Google’s search engine, I wasn’t surprised at the hundreds of thousands of answers that came up. A recurring current theme, though, along with eliminating all things processed and synthetic, seemed to be gluten. There are other allergens in the diet, most grains, eggs, corn, milk and many others, but in my diet gluten far outweighed anything. I ate bread morning, noon, and night.

It seems as though the past few years this whole ‘gluten thing’ has been accused of being a fad. Some people are rabidly incensed at the use of such a term in conjunction with something so serious, but I can understand it. Diet fads are a dime a dozen. There are so many out there that keeping track of them is an arduous task. There is also a lot of research being done on diet and nutrition, and there are also fads in that realm too. There have been low carb diets, high carb diets, vegetarian, vegan, mostly protein, low protein, paleo, primal, specific carbohydrate diets; you name it, there is a diet for it. The rub lies in trying to find the truth in all of the hype, and also in finding what is right for your body. If you want to find out about just about any kind of diet meant to alleviate any kind of symptom, it is out there. For me, at any given moment in my life I could pick from the following list of ailments, and most of the time they were combined. Pick one, several, or at times all of them at once.

Body pain

Weakness

Headaches/migraines

Nerve pain (Peripheral Neuropathy)

Body aches

Arthritis

Spine pain

Foot and leg pain

Psychological issues

Depression

Anxiety

Foggy headed-ness

Inability to concentrate

Agitation

Insomnia

Inability to stay awake

Skin problems

Digestive problems

Flatulence (daily)

Diarrhea (daily and oftentimes uncontrollable)

Stomach cramps

Heartburn

And more, I am sure.

Throughout my life I have been labeled as a hypochondriac, a wimp, a faker, sickly, a drama queen, baby, whiner, and other equally charming things. It has been hard not to become any of these in the process of dealing with symptoms that at times have not prevented me from doing anything, and at other times have kept me from doing anything at all. One day I could do activities that anyone can do, and the next day I might not be able to crawl off of the couch. It was hard to keep a positive attitude when doctors could find nothing wrong, which is supposed to be a good thing, and yet I KNEW that there was something wrong.

Somewhere along the line I remember hearing my mom say that I have an Aunt who has Celiac disease. When I was doing my research and kept hearing the term ‘gluten intolerance’, I barely knew what gluten was! I found out that it is a protein that is part of a number of grains. Mainly wheat, barley, rye, some oats, spelt, and triticale. It is hidden in many, many processed foods as additives. When I first thought about not eating gluten for the rest of my life I remember I cried. In my weakened and sickly state of having the hives, feeling so sick and vulnerable, when I thought of never again eating a slice of warm sourdough toast with my eggs in the morning I sat down and bawled like a baby. My husband couldn’t believe it! He said, “Bread? Really? What’s the fuss?” He wasn’t trying to be nonsupporting and cruel, but he honestly couldn’t figure out what the flap was about. He could quit eating bread at any time and it wasn’t a huge deal for him, but for me it seemed like EVERYTHING! If you would have asked me what thing I would have most hated giving up, it would have been bread. I would rather have given up just about anything but bread. Somewhere in my mind I knew that was where the answer was. I knew that the things we crave the most are sometimes the things that are the least good for you, and they are also foods we may be addicted to for one reason or another. So I made up my mind to quit gluten.

In writing this it sounds like I made this decision in a day or two. I absolutely did not. My horrible experience with the hives went on for about two weeks, and it wasn’t just the hives, like I said. I had no appetite, I had to take so many antihistamines that I couldn’t hold my head up. I had to slather my body with menthol rub to keep from scratching myself bloody. One minute I would climb the walls, and the next I would be out like there was no tomorrow. I hurt, I cried, I slept, I paced, I scratched. I went to the doctor and got antihistamine and steroid shots once, and went to the minor emergency and got them again. I had pain pills for the excruciating feeling that was like my skin was peeling off. I ate nothing but vegetable broth for a week straight. Then I slowly started to come out of it. The hives started to go away slowly, but the lethargy and brain fog literally lasted for months. It was like climbing up a cliff face, and day by agonizing day I got a tiny bit better. Besides the hives subsiding, this was the first and most dramatic change: After only about 3 weeks I had a normal bowel movement. Sorry, I know this sounds crass, but to me it was nothing short of a miracle. After having the uncontrollable runs for the better part of 15 years and taking medications that I could not live without just to get enough nutrition into my system to be able to function, it was monumental.

As I type this post it will have been almost two years that I have been gluten-free. It has been a tumultuous time, but I have learned so much and feel so much better! I will share links for many of the things I have learned, and more links when I learn more. Of all of the changes that I have made in my life, this has turned out to be one of the joyous for many reasons. Aside from the dramatic change in my digestive system, my pain has lessened and is more predictable. My energy ups and downs have leveled out. My skin has gotten much, much better and I have less scaly, itchy spots and less dandruff and itchy scalp. My moods are much better and my thinking clearer. I make many more healthy food choices than I used to. But most of all, I have really learned to cook.

One of my biggest creative outlets has always been cooking, and one of the things I was most saddened by when I went gluten-free was that I thought there was going to be an end to my cooking and baking passion. As I started delving into it, I found that my cooking creativity was only beginning. One of the first gluten-free blogs that I came across was that of Gluten Free Girl, Shauna Ahern. She can be found here: http://glutenfreegirl.com/ She is my favorite blogger of all time and I have learned so much from her. Another is Elana Amsterdam of Elana’s Pantry. In finding these two women I have found cooking and eating redemption. They are both fantastic resources.
After 50-plus years of my body being damaged by gluten I don’t think I will ever be 100% but in so many ways I feel so lucky to have made it this far. There were times I didn’t think I would be seeing my children grow up much less my grandson that I so enjoy and adore! I also never thought I would eat bread again but I sure as heck dang-dong do! All in all, I would say life without gluten can be pretty good! And sweet, and savory…..

Behold The Beautiful Elderberry

Pretty Berry Cluster

Elderberry Cluster
Picked November 9, 2o11

I don’t know if you could tell, but I love Elderberries. There are only a few reasons why, but they are complex. Or is it that there are many reasons why and they are simple? Regardless, I will try and explain:

Reason #1: They are beautiful to look at. If you put the words, ‘Elderberry images’ into a Google search box you get about 881,000 entries. If you just put in the word,’Elderberry’, you will get almost 4 million entries. There are a lot of pictures and a even more facts, stories, and legends about Elderberries.

In all of those thousands of images on Google, I cannot find one picture of an elderberry plant, flower cluster, or berry cluster (technically called a drupe) that I don’t think is lovely. To me, even when the berries have all been knocked off by the birds, the empty stems are still pretty. They are so lacy; each tiny stem that every berry was attached to still remains on the main stem after the berries are gone, making the cluster look like a little cloud of dark purple when it is still attached to the bush.

And the huge clusters of ripe berries! Oh my. In early October, which is when we go picking, the clusters are hanging so heavily on the dainty stems I always wonder how it is that they haven’t broken off. In fact, there are times that merely tugging on the clusters will cause a branch to break off so violently that the force of it snapping back makes berries go flying off of other clusters, making a spray of berries shower down on your head. My Elderberry Sister and I laugh, but we feel guilty about hurting the bush and always apologize to it. The sight of those huge clusters of berries hanging in the bushes with a backdrop of the gorgeous leaves and a fall sky almost take my breath away.

Even the way they grow is beautiful. In the spring the bushes are among the first to start getting their thick, lush foliage. The bushes are often in the shape of a green, spurting fountain, coming up from a narrow group of trunks and pouring over at the top, with foliage and flower clusters cascading from the top, down. The fruit follows the same practice; in the spring the flower clusters point upward in a spray, and the berries do too for most of the summer. They start out bright green and slowly turn shades of dark red, then purple, then in early fall they begin to turn the dusky shade of baby blue that tells us they are ripening. As this happens, the clusters suddenly turn over, draping downward into elegant drupes that get heavier as they fully ripen.

Reason #2: They are interesting. These are a mere tidbit of the facts: Elderberry bushes are common in many parts of the world, and according to Wikipedia, the variety we have here in the Inland Northwest goes by the scientific name Sambucus Cerulea: Elderberry Article. This Wikipedia article also states that it’s berries have a glaucous coating when ripe. This is a term that I wasn’t very familiar with until I started studying the Elderberry, but apparently, this one word is not only a definition but a color. The glaucous coating is what makes the berries appear to be sky blue, but it also provides a waxy surface that protects the berries from the effects of moisture as well as making them impermeable to insects. Not only does it make them slippery for insects to walk on, but it makes the berries and stems hard to for them to bite. Smart plant. I had wondered why I never saw insects on them, and why, even late in November, after repeated freezing and thawing, and even with snow crusted to them, many of the berries were still intact, firm, and juicy. In fact, the berries in the picture were picked on November 9th of this year and were still quite beautiful even though it has gotten down to around the high teens in temperature and we have been having hard freezes every night for weeks. When I was in my kitchen staging the clusters and leaves to photograph them, I was completely smitten by the beauty of the whole scene and ended up taking about 20 shots of them in different ways. I will eventually use all of them or put them into the picture gallery of this site sooner or later. They all came out perfect! The light in my kitchen was great, the color of the hand towel I used for a backdrop really complemented the colors of the leaves and berries, and like I said, the berries were……. well, just gorgeous!

Reason # 3: They are also a well known medicinal herb. If you thought I just liked to LOOK at the Elderberries, well, you were half right! Their beauty doesn’t stop at the eye. Our bodies love the Elderberry too, although caution is to be used when preparing and consuming them.
Note of caution: NEVER eat Elderberries raw. They contain a toxin (hydrocyanic acid) that is rendered harmless by either heating or fermenting them, but it it’s raw state, this toxin can cause severe gastrointestinal distress.
Elderberries have been traditionally prepared and used for centuries as a remedy for a large number of ailments. They even used to be known as “nature’s medicine chest” to people who practice folk medicine. There are so many articles on the internet that I won’t go into too much detail here, (*see links below) but what we (the Elderberry Sisters and their families) use them for the most in our homes is to prevent illness. They are well known to be a strengthener of the immune system. The extracted juices of the cooked Elderberry are used to make teas, syrups, and elixirs to treat everything from colds and coughs to flu symptoms, and digestive difficulties. Some of my favorite recipes will be posted in another section. Which brings me to the last reason:
Reason #4: They are delicious! For a couple of years we mostly made what is called Sambucol or Elderberry Extract with our collected berries. We prepare the berries by cooking them in just enough water so they don’t burn and cook them for about an hour then allow them to cool and steep overnight. They are strained and the resulting extract is canned or frozen and taken as a supplement daily to ward off colds and flu.
One day my hubby mentioned that he would rather like the Sambucol if it was sweeter and had more flavor to it, so I added honey and some wintery spices and we called it a Cordial. It is beautiful in a champagne glass and is good warmed and feels quite like a delicious tonic!
My Elderberry Sister then decided that since she heard that Blackberry Brandy is also good for ‘what ails you’, to mix them together might be quite nice. And it is! She calls it an ‘Elixir’. A smart-aleck friend of ours says she does that and just calls it ‘booze’!
I say that in whatever form you take it, Elderberry MUST be good for you and I make the canned juice into a wonderful jam, a nice pancake syrup, and add the juice to my tea quite often. I think it would be a good ingredient for a great sauce for pork or chicken, and have heard that the blossoms or berries make an excellent (and medicinal!) wine. We have decided that even if you do catch a cold or flu, drinking the elixir or the wine may help you get better quicker or at the very least not care so much that you got sick in the first place!
“HERE HERE!” for the Elderberry!
Continued reading on Elderberries:
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