Does the word “canning” evoke images of vats of boiling water, bushels of produce and rows of jars? If so, you don’t know small batch canning!
Small batch canning is easy, safe and requires only a few inexpensive, simple pieces of equipment. In fact, you probably already own most of what you will need! There are two methods of canning: water bath and pressure. Water bath is safe for high-acid foods such as pickles, chutneys and jams. Pressure is safe for low acid foods such as meats, stocks, and low-acid vegetables (i.e. corn, beans). Let’s talk about water bath canning.
To safely water bath can you will need:
My “Preserving The Harvest. Small Batch Canning With Tess” class is now live. In my small, hands-on class, I will take you through the process from start to finish. During class, you’ll graze on an assortment of goodies prepared with the recipe you are learning to can that day and accompanied by lots of sparkling wine. At the end of class, you’ll leave with your own jar of preserved goodness plus access to the recipes. If there isn’t a class scheduled at a time that works for you, request one! I will to my best to accommodate you.
Small batch preserving is not only easy, safe and satisfying. it’s also economical and environmentally responsible. Jars are reused rather than being thrown away. Children are fascinated with canning. Preserving with children teaches them the values of thriftiness and environmental responsibility, plus it’s just plain fun! Don’t forget that home canned goods make great gifts, too. There’s no feeling quite like admiring your own little stock of home canned goods. I hope you will allow me to show you how simple it is to make small batch preserving a part of your life.
Just 3 1/2 hours from Cancun lies one of the most extraordinary, ecologically unique and beautiful places in the world , Laguna de Bacalar (Bacalar Lagoon), yet very, very few tourists ever see it.
Since I first learned of Laguna de Bacalar a few years ago, I’ve wanted to see it. In January 2016, I got my wish. The intense blue color of the clear, clear water in gemlike variations is truly a wonder and is why the lagoon is known as the Lake of Seven Colors. This extraordinary natural phenomenon is caused by the presence of saltwater and of underwater cenotes (deep, sinkholes in the porous limestone bedrock) fed by fresh water springs. It is entirely unique in the world. Bounded by pristine, white sand beaches and 60 km long, Laguna de Bacalar is truly a paradise. Laguna de Bacalar is easy to reach by bus or by car via the Carretara Reforma, a new and very safe highway, yet it is a world removed from the fun, sun and nightclubs of Cancun and Playa del Carmen. As you leave sleepy Tulum and its impressive Mayan fortress behind, you are truly in the real Yucatán. Stop along the way as I did to buy fresh pineapples (the sweetest I’ve ever tasted), three pineapples for the equivalent of $1. The village of Bacalar (the name is of Mayan derivation) was a Mayan city in precolumbian times. The Spanish conquered the city in 1543, the first Spanish colony in the region. In 1739, they erected the fortress San Felipe Bacalar which now lies at the center of the sleepy village. Climbing it, one can enjoy spectacular views of the lagoon.
If you are looking for fast nightlife and beach clubs with DJs, you won’t find them here. Nor will you find hordes of tourists. What you will find is a quiet, friendly, safe village with a lovely central plaza, a few restaurants, taco stands, bars and shops and a few small hotels and guest houses. We had a great stay at this guest house which I found on AirBnB. The views from the private terrace were gorgeous. The cover photo is of the Hotel Akalki Bacalar, another lovely property. As if saving the best for last, Laguna de Bacalar ends the day with unparalleled sunsets. If you are planning a trip to Cancun, have fun! It’s a great place, and I love it. But do yourself a favor and set aside a few days for Laguna deBacalar. Cancun is fun; Laguna de Bacalar is truly extraordinary.
The Langue D’Oc is an ancient, ancient land. Many cultures have left their mark on it from the prehistory of humans to the present. It’s this fact that makes the Langue D’Oc so fascinating. It is full of quirky customs with ancient roots that are entirely unique. In a few Occitan villages and towns of the Hereault (pronounced ear-oh) region of the Langue D’Oc, you will find one of these completely unique customs; Animeaux Totémique (Animal Totems). The tradition of Animal Totems dates at least to the 16th century with a few undoubtedly being older. These include the Camel of Béziers, the Bull of Meze and the Wolf of Loupian. The totems, which are made of cloth and canvas are paraded to the accompaniment of drums through the streets by men in customary dress Last August, I attended carnival in Florensac, Hereault. When i arrived in the early afternoon, moules (mussels) were being prepared and given out for free in the village square. Moules have been an important part of the local culture for thousands of years. The Florensac totem, Lo Chivalet in Occitan, is a horse. The villagers responsible for Lo Chivalet, wearing matching shirts, scarves and sashes, were partying at the corner bar. When I returned in the early evening after exploring the area, they were all still there, partying whilst awaiting the festivities! A stage was in place for the evening’s entertainment, and long tables under the oak trees set with chairs quickly filled. Everyone eagerly anticipated and then cheered the entrance of Lo Chivalet and his Master! Who had a whip!
The crowd was particularly appreciative when Lo Chivalet reared up, spun around or was lifted overhead. The Lo Chivalet association has local sponsors. I loved the juxtaposition of the John Cash poster on his side, the result of a tribute band sponsor. Animaux Totémique are traditionally carried by men, but in Florensac they also have a smaller Lo Chevelet carried by village women. I think this must be a more recent development. The women approached and butted heads with the men before also rearing several times. Judging by the LOUD encouragement of the audience, the women are a popular addition to the custom!
Lo Chivalet and his female counterpart departed to enthusiastic applause. It was time to eat and drink (drink more!) prior to the evening’s entertainment. The young men of Lo Chivalet were certainly enjoying themselves!As I was the lone outsider, they even serenaded me with a boisterous rendition of the Lo Chivalet song!
The evening’s entertainment began. Everyone settled down to watch a great show. I felt privileged and grateful to that the welcoming residents of Florensac allowed me to be a part of their carnival and ancient traditions.
This morning, I engaged in one of my favorite activities in France…shopping at a village flea market dans la compagne. The French as a rule love flea markets and love a good find. There are several different types of markets. Yesterday, I visited Le-Ferté-sous-Jouarre and shopped Vide Greniér.The word Greniér means an attic or small storage space where one puts things they don’t use, etc. There’s a bit of everything for sale, but you can find treasures if you look. I noticed a few suspected pickers. Buyers from the Paris flea markets often come to country markets looking for items to resell. To compete with them, you’ve got to get there when the market opens, usually 7-8 am. I was NOT competitive on this day!A Vide Grenier is often sponsored by a local organization as a fundraiser. Sometimes it’s sponsored by the village or town. There’s usually amusement for the children. Of course, there’s food! Rosé and frites with mayo works for me!Although this Vide Greniér was small, I still found a few treasures! An early 20th century chauferette (portable bed warmer for travel). A fitted stone was heated in the fire and then placed in the mesh cylinder. It’s about half the size of a lunch box. I have no idea what I’m going to do with it, but I love its Art Deco design. Very Metropolis. Prints by Steinlein and Cheret (not original more’s the pity!) which I will reframe. Both are prints one doesn’t see as often. I own a signed Cheret lithograph in a carnival theme. Come EatWith me and you can see it! A Quimper 12×6″ platter in perfect condition. Beautiful colors and glaze. And my favorite find! A heavy brass plaque 14×3″ which I think must’ve been affixed to a large piece of machinery. I’m guessing it’s early 20th century. It will look great on a wall! I’m surprised a picker hadn’t already snatched it up. The grand total for all my purchases? $44! And you have to factor in the fun I had hunting. I could sell these items (especially the sign) for a nice profit back in the States, but I want them all for myself. The next time you are in France, visit brocabrac to see if there’s a sale near you. You can search by city/village or region. Then go!
In August, I made the 2.5 hour train trip from Agde, France to Barcelona, Spain for dinner with my EatWith colleague Papa Serra. What an evening it was! My AirBnB rental was in one of the old areas where the narrow streets aren’t accessible by car. As the apartment was a fifth floor walk up (6th floor in the US!) and the room looked directly into the window across the way, I gained a good understanding of what it must’ve been like to live in a Lower East Side tenement! However, as it was clean, comfortable, safe, inexpensive and only two blocks from Joel, it suited me very well. The neighborhood was an interesting, ethnically mixed one with many small restaurants, bakeries and shops.
I couldn’t help stopping for just a few tapas and a glass of Cava (dry, sparkling Catalan wine) before checking in! Time for Papa Serra! After over two years of knowing each other on line, we were very happy to finally meet in person. Papa has a FABULOUS apartment on Trafalgar with a roof terrace of MONUMENTAL proportions and stunning views of Barcelona. I felt lucky just to BE there let alone attend a dinner party there! On this evening, he was sold out with 24 guests. Whilst Joel’s family originally comes from Barcelona, he has spent time living in Tazmania and New Zealand as well. His marvelous cuisine reflected these influences in each the five courses. He personally introduced each course and questions were welcome.
The table setting chic but not fussy and invited guests to feel at home. Most of the 24 guests were from Germany (he’d just been featured on a German travel show), but I sat next to two charming (and fun!) young ladies from Edinburgh. As with every EatWith event, eating a home cooked meal around a table together, especially with a host like Joel “Papa” Sera. You’d be making a mistake to visit Barcelona without eating with him. Read all about him here. I caught a train the next day. I’d only spent 20 hours in Barcelona, but, thanks to Papa Serra, my time there is a memory I will always treasure.
The Minervois, a region of the Haute Langue D’Oc famous for its wine, is so rich in beauty, history, wine and gastronomy that it is impossible to cover it one short, sweet post (or 100 posts). Instead, I will share one dazzling day I spent there last month. The day began with a one hour drive, gradually climbing from seaside Agde to the lively market village of Olonzac with its particularly poignant WWI era war memorial.This was one of the most beautiful French drives I’ve ever taken, and I’ve taken many beautiful drives throughout France. It stunned me, truly. With the vendage (the annual grape harvest) underway, I often found myself behind harvest machinery and trucks laden with just-picked grapes. Given the incredible scenery all around me, I didn’t mind the delays. I stopped to admire vines set in a landscape of gently rolling vineyards interspersed with warm brown villages and church steeples for as far as one can see. At the time of vendage, the vines are so heavily laden with grapes that seem ready to burst!Lunch was in Olenzac, a salad of fresh anchovies and tapenade accompanied by a chilled rosé. The vendage machinery rumbled through the town and the smell of the harvest filled the air. The vendage is the most important time of year, and you can feel the excitement. After lunch, I drove upward to the ancient Cathar village of Minerve, in 1207 the site of one of the last Cathar sieges and massacres. Cathars were a threat to the power of the one Church and thus were pronounced heretics. Set high on a natural rock outcropping amongst sheer, deep ravines in a gorge carved by the river Cesse, one can easily see its fortress attributes. The drive to Minerve and the walk across the stone bridge spanning a deep ravine to the village (no cars allowed) is dramatic and beautiful. Leaving Minerve, I climbed higher, entering the Park Natural du Haute Languedoc. The landscape becomes more austere. Here and there lie the ruins of communal farms abandoned long, long ago. Fencing and the occasional sight of horses or cows shows that this land is still being utilized.
The Parc has many well-marked trails, and I spotted a few hikers . As I drove back down to the sea, I passed many lovely and graceful châteaux. Most were built in the 18th century by vintners who grew rich on the wines of the Minervois. The downhill perspective of my return was equally enchanting. This is one drive I could never tire of!