REVIEW: Jelberts, Newlyn

Jelberts, in my personal opinion, is simply the best ice-cream ever made.  They’ve been making it to the same recipe for over 70 years now and there’s absolutely no reason to change.  My mum can remember walking down Paul Hill with her Grandmother to do the shopping, and stopping off at Jelberts for a treat.  It’s a treat that we look forward to every year, and have indulged in every day of our holiday so far.  Tomorrow (our last day) will be no different.

jelberts-outThe unassuming shop on New Road is easy to overlook if you don’t know what it contains, but during the height of summer the queue stretches out of the door and down the road to Penzance.  This little gem is home to one of the oldest ice-cream makers in Cornwall, and they have only this one shop.

It all started with the eponymous S Jelbert, a local dairy farmer.  Ice-cream was a natural extension of his milk delivery rounds, and arrived at your doorstep every day in a pram.  When it proved popular he bought a tiny building to serve as his factory, and the shop on New Road from which to sell the ice-cream.  Jelberts still use those same buildings today, and the ice-cream is still delivered every day from factory to shop in that same pram.

These days it’s run by the grandson of the original owner, Jimmy Glover.  The recipe remains a closely guarded secret, but what we do know is that due to the high-quality ingredients and traditional processes the ice-cream cannot be stored for more than one day before solid ice crystals begin to form and the ice-cream deteriorates.  This means that you’ll never find Jelberts in the supermarket aisle – there’s only one place in the whole world that sells it.  Newlyn!jelberts-in

The interior is old-fashioned, sparse, and spotlessly clean.  Eagle-eyed visitors waiting their turn to be served will spot a long Olympic oar strategically placed along one wall, just above a framed photograph of Helen Glover and Heather Stanning.  Helen may be the number 1 female rower in the world, but her dad makes the number 1 ice-cream!

The prices are incredibly reasonable.  Buy two ice-creams and you’ll still have change from a fiver.  Of course, there’s only one flavour but that hardly seems to matter when that flavour is so intensely rich.  You can choose to purchase your ice-cream in a tub or on a cone.  Flakes are available but hardly necessary when for an extra 30p you can have a scoop of clotted cream on top… Oooh, heavenly!  jelberts2



REVIEW: Philps Pasties, Hayle

I consider myself to be something of a pasty connoisseur.  Although I was brought up in Hampshire, my Grandfather’s family remains scattered around the Cornish peninsula, and some of my favourite childhood memories are of noshing down on one of the traditional pasties which were then only available in Cornwall.  Although you could buy a “Cornish” pasty in Hampshire, they were pale and unappealing in comparison to the proper job.

Friends and family travelling to Cornwall were always under strict instructions to “bring back pasties!”.  I can remember excitedly waiting for a friend to return from Cornwall, even to the point of waiting outside his house.  Not because my friend was coming back, but because he was bringing me a proper pasty!

(In case you were wondering, the pasty he brought back was possibly the worst I’ve ever tasted.  Jon assures me that he bought it in Cornwall but to this day I entertain doubts.  It was made of minced gristle and clumps of powdery gravy granules… definitely not a true pasty!)

In recent years the Cornish pasty has spread across the UK, with shops opening everywhere.  Although this is a great improvement on the Ginsters slop, the best Cornish pasties can still only be found in Cornwall. (Amusingly, Ginsters was forced to hop the border from Devon to Cornwall back in 2011 when the EU ruled that only pasties made in Cornwall could be called Cornish pasties.)

Interestingly, the EU ruling also states that a genuine Cornish pasty has to have a distinctive “D” shape and be crimped on one side. It added: “The texture of the filling is chunky, made up of uncooked minced or roughly cut chunks of beef (not less than 12.5%), swede, potato, and onion with a light seasoning.”

This is somewhat irritating as the EU has failed to properly translate the recipe.  In Cornwall, a swede is known as a turnip and a turnip is known as a swede.  Therefore, as my Great-Aunty Yvonne will tell you at great length, a true pasty should be made with turnip, not swede.

So why the diatribe about Cornish pasties?  Well, this week I’m visiting Cornwall with my mother.  It’s a chance to catch up with the relatives, see some of our favourite sights, and gorge ourselves on Cornish pasties and clotted cream ice-creams.

Hayle, Cornwall

We’re staying at a site that billed itself as St Ives, but is actually Hayle.  We’re not that bothered by this – Hayle is actually more convenient for most of what we want to do and is picturesque in its own right.  As we drove through yesterday, we noted that Hayle appears to have at least four pasty shops, two Warrens Bakeries and two Philps.  In addition, the local butcher also sells pasties and pies.

Now Warrens I’m familiar with… we have two in Exeter and my family has another tie to the world’s oldest pasty producer – they opened their first shop in my Great-Grandmother’s village, St Just.  Philps on the other hand…  Well, mum tells me that they’re my second cousin’s husband’s favourite pasty shop.  Aunty Yvonne doesn’t think they’re too bad either!

With that kind of recommendation, how could I resist?

Famous Pasties from Cornwall

We chose the largest of the two Philps in Hayle, mainly because it has a spacious car park.  Although we arrived just before midday, the car park was busy with cars constantly coming and going – a testament to the quality of the pasties, especially since we’re now outside the main tourist season.

It was possible to peep through an open door into the spotless kitchen behind the scenes, but dallying was costing us our place in the rapidly forming queue.  Mum found a pasty keyring that she liked in their small gift section, while I loved the clip-lock lighthouse cookie jars.  But we were falling further and further back in that queue!philps2

The queue stretched passed the cake counter with a generous selection of delicacies and I was sorely tempted by a large Jaffa cake.  I eventually opted to buy it and save it for later, knowing full well that I was about to stuff myself with a large traditional.

We had the choice of four different kind of pasties.  Traditional, minced meat, cheese and vegetables, and vegetables and butter; all available in standard or large.  I also noted that they had a selection of standard traditionals available with extra salt and pepper.  Perfect for mum, who likes her pasties far more peppery than I can stand.

I’d skipped breakfast so I chose a large traditional, which almost managed to defeat me.  Stuffed full of potato, onion, swede and with a generous helping of large chunks of melt-in-your-mouth steak scattered evenly throughout, it was just as good as I’d hoped.  Even better, the crimped crust running down the side was tiny.  I normally discard this bit, but this time I found myself eating every scrap.  It was so good that I only remembered to take a picture once it was almost all gone!

philps3-2Pleasantly full, mum and I headed off to Penzance to see Aunty Yvonne.  Halfway there, mum suddenly realised that we hadn’t bought any saffron cake for tea tonight and was heartily disappointed.  It’s one of her favourite treats.  Fortunately, Aunty had remembered how much she likes it and had bought her one to have while we were there.

After our visit, we headed back to our temporary home for tea and cake.  Mum had her saffron cake but I still had the Philps Jaffa cake waiting for me…philps4

Exquisitely presented, it reminded me from the very first of the French patisserie lemon tarts.  Cracking open the chocolate exterior revealed three different layers… soft cake, tart orange, and silky Italian meringue.  The orange layer had the sharp tang of a really good marmalade, and contained shreds of actual orange.

Despite the large size of the cake, I couldn’t resist polishing the whole thing off (I’m on holiday so calories don’t count!).  But don’t worry, I resisted the urge to emulate Paul Hollywood and dunk my cake into my cuppa!

So it’s official.  I have a new pasty supplier.  Now I just need to put in my order of frozen pasties to take home….

Smoked Salmon en Croute

The Somerset smoking adventures continue…

Paid another flying visit to my friends in Somerset last weekend and was rewarded with a side of maple-smoked cold salmon.  I love the care packages I get to come home with…. they also sent me back with smoked cheese and butter… so I’m also working on a smoked cheese scones recipe.

They’ve upgraded the kit – the smoking bin now features a hot plate in place of the charcoal we were using. This allows for a more controlled temperature to smoulder the wood shavings.  It also means that we can start trialling hot-smoking!

After about two hours we were too hungry to wait any more so we pulled out the two sides of salmon we were hot-smoking and fried them instead.  Served with an “everything but the kitchen sink” salad and a potato salad, they were yummy.

We left the two sides of salmon that we were cold-smoking in the smoker all night, and pulled them out early the next morning.  The texture was right, but the flavour just wasn’t strong enough.  We suspect that the problem was that they’d only been brined for 3 hours… clearly we need to brine for longer.

Once home, I pondered recipes for a side of slightly smoked salmon.  Hannah, the awesome housemate, commented that her mum would do something with pastry and the idea for salmon en croute took root.

Cooking the salmon seemed to activate the smoked flavour – it came through much more strongly than when the fish was raw.  But the taste of salmon still came through, and it was perfectly cooked.  It took three of us three days to finish the meal, but it was worth it.  As good as it was when it was first pulled out of the oven, it was even better cold the next day!

Smoked Salmon en Croute
Makes: 6 portions  Takes: 1 hour

1 side of maple-smoked salmon
1 tbsp. cooking oil
1 onion, finely diced
1 celery stalk, finely chopped
4 large florets of broccoli
salt & pepper to taste
200ml tablespoon crème fraiche
375g puff pastry
1 egg, beaten
85g watercress

Place the onion and celery in a medium sized saucepan or frying pan and place over a medium heat.  Pour over the tablespoon of cooking oil.  Sauté lightly until the onion turns translucent.

Snip the tips of the broccoli curd off and into the pan, leaving the majority of the stems to be discarded.  Fry for 2-3 minutes, or until the broccoli is just cooked.  Add the salt and pepper to the pan, followed by a tablespoon of crème fraiche.

Stir the crème fraiche through until it has fully mingled with the vegetables.  Remove from the heat and allow the filling to fully cool.

Preheat your oven to 200C/Gas Mark 6.  Roll out your pastry to a rough rectangle shape.  Score a deep line down the length of the salmon in the middle, then flip the salmon over so that it closes like a book.

Place the salmon just off to the centre of your rolled out pastry so that when it is closed it will be exactly in the middle.  Spoon the chilled filling along the length of the salmon on one of the sides, and then close the salmon over it.

Wrap the pastry around the salmon, crimping the ends and tucking the edges underneath.  Brush with the beaten egg to glaze.  Cover a large baking tray with greaseproof paper, and place the wrapped salmon on top.

Bake for 20-25 minutes, or until the pastry is crisp and golden.  If the pastry starts to turn too brown, cover with tin foil.

Meanwhile, make a watercress sauce by blitzing the remaining crème fraiche in a food processor with the water cress.  Pour into a bowl and chill until the salmon is ready.

Serve the salmon hot, with steamed broccoli, garlic mushrooms and the watercress sauce.  Keep going back for leftovers until it’s all gone.

Egg Kothu Parotta

I was introduced to this dish by an old friend of mine, and I immediately begged her for the recipe so that I could share it with everyone I know. Fragrant and delicious, this simple meal lingers lovingly on the palate, delivering delicate layers of flavour long after the pan has been scraped clean of leftovers.

It’s not the kind of meal that you’ll find in an English Indian restaurant, although it’s extremely popular in Southern India. In fact, it’s commonly believed there that the very best Kothu Parotta comes from street food stands rather than restaurants. In parts of Pakistan it’s served for breakfast, but I find it makes a perfect weekday supper; quick and easy to make, and leaving only one pan to wash up.

For those of you (like me) who have an aversion to extremely spicy food, fear not. This is remarkably mild, and you can make it more so by decreasing the amount of chilli powder used to a mere quarter of a teaspoon. As for the more esoteric ingredients; paratha can be found in the frozen section of any good supermarket, but you may have to resort to the internet to find chaat masala (in fact, if anyone does know where I can buy it locally, please get in contact – my supply is running low!).

Egg Kothu Parotta
Makes: 4 servings   Takes: 30 minutes

2 tbsp vegetable oil
1 tsp mustard seeds
2 medium onions, finely chopped Egg Kothu Parotta 006.JPG
2 dozen dry curry leaves
1 tsp ginger paste
1 tsp garlic paste
1 green chilli, deseeded & finely chopped
250g baby plum tomatoes
1 tsp chaat masala
1/2 tsp garam masala
1/2 tsp mild chilli powder
1/2 tsp salt
1 packet of paratha, cut into pieces
1 large bunch coriander, finely chopped
5 eggs

Pour the oil into a large frying pan (I use my wok) and place over a medium heat. Add the mustard seeds and cook until the seeds begin to pop. Add the garlic, ginger, onion and curry leaves to the pan and fry gently until the onion turns translucent.

Add the chilli and tomatoes to the pan and cook for a few minutes or until the tomatoes begin to soften. Add the chaat masala, garam masala, chilli powder and salt to the frying pan and stir well until thoroughly mixed.

Add the paratha to the pan, along with the majority of the coriander, and cook until all of the paratha has fully cooked (it will no longer resemble dough). Add the eggs to the pan and stir continuously until the egg has all cooked. Sprinkle the reserved coriander on top and serve immediately with a side of raitha.

On Top of Spaghetti…

… all covered in cheese.  I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed.

If you were ever a child (and I think that most of us were) then you’ve probably heard at least the first verse of the popular folk song “On Top of Spaghetti”.  When my nephews came to stay for a week over the summer holidays, my eldest nephew constantly sang it for about two days until I introduced them both to Ging Gang Goolie.  They’re seven and five so that went down well.

With that brain worm firmly stuck in my head I announced to the boys that we were going to make spaghetti meatballs.  The deal when they come to my house is that I’ll cook their favourite meals, but they have to help.  Granny does the washing up.

I had a packet of Heck’s chicken Italia sausages in the fridge that needed eating, so instead of going to the butcher’s for some pork sausage meat, I slid the sausages out of their cases and used those as the basis of the meatballs.  Because they’re made from chicken it gives the meatballs a lighter and more delicate texture than pork, and allows the Italian flavours to shine through.

For a sauce we made my famous Italian “splodge”, which is basically made from whatever vegetables are in the fridge, a tin of tomatoes and Italian herbs and spices.  I’ve been making it for so many years that I no longer even have to think about what I’m doing, it’s just second nature to me.

The boys really enjoyed making the meatballs, although they were both a little uncertain about getting their hands into the mixture and rolling it into balls.  Once I’d got them started though, it was difficult to persuade them to stop!

Mum told me when we were about halfway through cooking the meal that the boys don’t like meatballs.  You can imagine my response!  They delighted in proving her wrong and both of them went back for seconds.

All in all, it was a quick and fun recipe that got us all involved in the kitchen.  Plus it tasted great too!

On Top of Spaghetti Meatballs
Feeds: 4    Takes: 30 minutes

340g Heck chicken Italia sausages meat1
35g fresh breadcrumbs
1 tbsp olive oil
1 onion finely chopped
2 garlic cloves, crushed
2 sticks of celery, finely diced
1 tbsp tomato puree
400g tinned chopped tomatoes
Dash of Lea & Perrins
1 tbsp paprika
1 tsp dried basil
1 tsp dried oregano
1 red pepper, finely sliced
200g dried spaghetti
100g cheddar cheese, grated

Remove the sausages from their casing and place in a bowl. Add the breadcrumbs to the bowl and mash the sausage innards and crumbs together with a fork.  Using your hands, scoop up pieces of the meat mixture and form into evenly sized balls.

Place a large frying pan over a medium heat and add the oil. When the oil has heated, add the meatballs to the pan.  Fry the meatballs for 5-10 minutes, turning occasionally, until they’ve browned on all sides.

Remove the meatballs from the frying pan and set aside. Add the chopped onion, crushed garlic, and diced celery to the frying pan and sauté until the onion turns translucent.

Tip the onion, garlic, and oil into a medium saucepan and add the tomato puree. Place the saucepan over a medium heat.  Mix the puree in with a wooden spoon, then add the chopped tomatoes to the pan.  Stir well.

Add a dash of Lea & Perrins, and the paprika, basil and oregano.  If you happen to drop the entire container of basil into the sauce, don’t panic.  Sam did the exact same thing and it still tasted amazing.

Stir the new ingredients into the tomato sauce and simmer for five minutes.  Add the meatballs and red pepper to the saucepan, stir them in and allow to continue simmering, stirring occasionally.

Cook your spaghetti according to the packet instructions and then drain. Serve with the meatballs, smothered in cheese.

REVIEW: Dr Ink’s Curiosities, Exeter

A new Victorian-themed cocktail bar opened in Exeter last month; Dr Ink’s Curiosities.  I was alerted to this fact fairly quickly by my friend Dru, who prefers to dress in strictly Victorian clothing.  As a lover of both history and cocktails, I immediately made plans with him to go there.

It took us a couple of weeks but we finally agreed to meet last night, accompanied by my new housemate.  Hannah and I arrived first and strolled up and down the quayside looking for the bar.  Then we walked a little further up the road.

Resorting to GoogleMaps sent us in circles.  Finally I caved and called Dru, who was running late.  He told us it was at the Customs House – which was clearly closed for the night.

But just to the left of the customs house, tucked behind a discreet courtyard garden was a blue door, standing open.  We had found Dr Ink’s.

It’s the tiniest jewel of a bar.  Beautifully decorated, with original oak beams across the ceiling, a library corner, and a boudoir alcove with plush red velvet and god leaf walls.  It even has the nicest toilet I’ve been in, complete with music piped in through a hearing trumpet!

The staff were incredibly friendly and very well-trained.  They were happy to either banter with us or leave us to enjoy our drinks and each other’s company, whichever we preferred.  When Hannah and I mentioned how difficult it had been to find them, they explained that they’re aiming for quality, not quantity (although they did promise to give some thought to my suggestion of a 12-piece brass band to announce their presence).

The Bee’s Knickers

They certainly delivered.  Hannah and I were both impressed with our first cocktails – a scrumptious citrus and honey concoction entitled “The Bee’s Knickers”.  Dru arrived whilst we were sipping them in the sheltered courtyard, and ordered himself a scotch and water.  He’s not the biggest fan of cocktails, but he promptly perused the menu.

Dru kept supping his scotch while Hannah and I moved onto our next drinks; Genever Daisy for her, and an Augustus Julep for me.  I liked my julep with its notes of peach and mint, but Hannah found that her drink was a little too sour for her – she prefers her cocktails sweet.  Dru was under strict instructions to order her the sweetest cocktail they had when he went up for our third and final round.

We’d managed to convince him to try one of the cocktails by feeding him tastes of ours throughout the night.  He’d chosen the Black Orchard Shrub; whiskey based and flavoured with apples and blackberries.  I have to admit that the tiny bit I managed to try was delicious, but not nearly as much as my Lady Luscombe, which closely resembled an alcoholic Lady Grey tea.  I dearly love both Lady Grey and Long Island tea, so it was the perfect cocktail for me.  Hannah was delighted with the Edinburgh Clouds, which was crowned with fairy tears and definitely sweet as well as yummy.

The final round…

I refused to let them clear the table all night just so I could get a picture of the aftermath, but in the end I couldn’t bring myself to do it.  Instead, you’ll have to content yourselves with this picture of the last few drinks.

Once we were done, we headed inside to say a big thank you for a fantastic night.  I was very pleased to be kindly allowed a copy of the menu to take home with me and Dru was delighted to have finally found a cocktail that he likes.  Then it was time for the long trudge back up the hill to the High Street via the Roman Wall, and finally home to bed.

I’ll definitely be heading back to Dr Ink’s.  Not only is it a magical place to spend an evening, but I also need to finish working my way through their menu!

Hedgerow Harvests: Elderberry Ideas

I woke up the other day with the first autumn mist rolling past my bedroom window. As much as I love this time of year, I can’t help mourning the loss of summer as we slip inexorably toward winter. The chill in the air was a bittersweet reminder to make the most of the sunshine while it lasts.

The mist burned off by ten o’clock, and turned into a beautiful day. But it was a definite kick in the butt! I’ve been saying for a while that I want try my hand at my Grandmother’s recipe for blackberry and elderberry wine, and this year’s chance to do that was slipping away.

Elderberries weren’t a problem (I managed to stumble into an eldertopia my first year in Exeter and have been harvesting the flowers every spring since) but blackberries were more difficult. My local parks had been picked clean, so I had to go further afield. Fortunately, I don’t have far to go to find fields. Blog - Field

A quick diversion in the car with a 5 litre food tub got me the elderberries, and a sunny countryside ramble after work not only put me in a good mood, it also netted me those blackberries. As an added bonus, I found damsons, rosehips and sloes on my travels. I grabbed the damsons, and left the rosehips and sloes for another day.

My hands were purple up to the elbow by the time I finished raking the elderberries off the stalk with a fork (because the stalks and unripe berries are mildly poisonous, they have to be discarded). Ten minutes work with a pair of secateurs left me with 915 grams of elderberries.

I needed a kilo to make a gallon of wine.

So I halved the quantities, and made half a gallon of wine. Well, when I say made, I mean there’s a tub of blackberries and elderberries fermenting in the kitchen. That left me with 415g of elderberries sitting the fridge, waiting to be used.

A friend of mine says she can hear mistreated plants screaming. I’m like that with food. It calls to me. Begs not to go to waste.

Research for recipes online turned up various syrups and cordials, a couple of mentions that it was good with game (duh!) and a few liqueur recipes. I’d already decided to try a test pot of rumtopf, and a damson and elderberry jam sounds good to me.

With a couple of cooking apples from the allotment, I could make an apple, blackberry and elderberry crumble. But elderberries pack a powerful punch and a little often goes a long way. I could easily find myself with berries to spare.

Throwing the floor open to suggestions led to baking ideas beyond crumble. Suddenly I had a list of things to try, and even less time to implement them…

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A word of warning when harvesting elderberries; make sure that you’re not picking roadside berries, and that you have the permission of the landowner. You also need to ensure that when you’re stripping the berries from the stalk (best done with a fork), that you discard all of the stalk and any unripe berries. Both of these are mildly poisonous and may upset delicate tummies. The ripe berries are fine to eat as long as they’re cooked.

Elderberry Muffins
“Better than blueberry!”
Makes: 6              Takes:   50 minutes

195 plain flour Blog - Elderberry Muffins
150g granulated sugar
Pinch of salt
2 tsp baking powder
80ml rapeseed oil
1 large egg
100ml milk
150g ripe elderberries, removed from stalks
1 tbsp soft brown sugar

Preheat your oven to 180C/Gas Mark 4. Grease a large muffin tin, and line with greaseproof paper. Grab a medium bowl and tip in the flour, sugar, salt and baking powder. Stir the dry ingredients together.

Measure the rapeseed oil into a large measuring jug. You can use other oils if you don’t have rapeseed, but make sure that they’re fairly tasteless, don’t use olive oil as the flavour is far too strong. Rapeseed has a slightly nutty flavour which compliments the elderberries well.

Crack the egg into the measuring jug and then measure the milk into the jog. Whisk the wet ingredients together until well combined.

Pour the wet ingredients into the bowl of dry ingredients. Mix with a fork until the batter is just starting to come together. Don’t overmix the batter or the muffins will refuse to rise.

Add the elderberries to the bowl and softly fold them into the batter with a knife or spoon. Divide the batter equally between the lined muffin holes and sprinkle the soft brown sugar over the tops.

Place the muffins in the oven and bake for 20-25 minutes or until the muffins have risen and are golden brown. You can test them by inserting a wooden or metal skewer into one of the cakes; if it comes out clean, they’re cooked!

Remove the muffins from the oven. Take them out of the muffin tin and cool them on a wire rack. They can be eaten hot or cold and will store for up to three days in an airtight container.

Elderberry, Blackberry & Apple Crumble
A sugarless version, ideal for diabetics and those wishing to lose weight!
Makes: 6              Takes 50 minutes

6 Bramley apples Blog - ElderCrumble
100g blackberries
65g elderberries, destalked
150g muesli
50g low fat margarine

Preheat your oven to 180C/Gas Mark 4. Core and slice four of the apples. Place them in a medium saucepan with a small amount of water, cover and place of a medium heat. Stew for five minutes.

Core the remaining apples and cut them into chunks. Grab a deep ovenproof dish and pour the stewed apples into it. Scatter the uncooked apples over the stewed ones and press them into the mixture. Strew the blackberries over the apples, followed by the elderberries.

Mix the muesli and margarine together until well combined and then use it to top the fruit. Bake in the oven for 30-40 minutes or until the top is browned and the fruit juices are bubbling through.  Serve hot.

Damson & Elderberry Jam
Oh, God, so good!
Makes: 2.5lb of jam        Takes: 30 minutes

400g damsons
100g elderberries
150ml water
Juice of 1 lemon
750g sugar
45ml Certo pectin

Wash your jam jars and pop them in the oven on its lowest setting to sterilise. Pop two saucers in the freezer. Wash the fruit and place in a medium sized pan with the water.

Stir until the fruit and water boil. Cover, and simmer for 15 minutes. Add the lemon juice and sugar and stir well to mix. Turn up the heat to full and bring to a roiling boil, stirring constantly.

Boil hard for one minute and remove from the heat. Stir in the Certo pectin, and skim to remove any damson stones and scum.

Take the jars out of the oven and carefully but quickly pour the jam into the jars. Cover and allow to cool. Store in a cool dark place.

I need more elderberries…