Once the novelty wore off, however, I realized I had a genuine love for this kind of living. There were deer and groundhogs and all kinds of wildlife for me to imagine I was Snow White with. A possum routinely walked to the school bus with me with her baby clinging to her underside.
I was introduced to a new vocabulary filled with verbs like hoeing, planting, and my favorite: canning. The concept of having fruit trees in your backyard and picking raspberries to take into the house to MAKE jam boggled my mind. Jam was something that came in jars bought from the store. It seemed as odd to me to make it yourself as to build your own car to drive around in. I didn't come around to the idea until I had a taste of the first batch: bright and more "fruity" than "sugary"... and I had made this myself. It was a high I would seek out for the rest of my life.
As an young adult back in Chicago, I didn't do too much canning. I think it somehow just didn't seem cool. "Wait, you spent half the day stuffing food into jars that you could've just bought at the store?!", I imagined my friends saying as they rummaged thru my fridge. They would suddenly look at me in a new light: a hermit with no social life making her own tepanade while singing show tunes to her cat. While that wasn't too far from the truth, I didn't want the telltale jars lurking around my kitchen to prove it.
Fast forward a few years with the economy sliding down the drain and those fancy jars in Dean & Deluca's suddenly aren't looking like the end all for chic food choices. Yes, they look beautiful and taste delicious. But they cost as much as a week's groceries and could easily be made at home for a fraction. The cuisine community has picked up on this and resurrected the trend of canning for the haute food lifestyle. Elevated by fantastic articles like the New York Times' Preserving Time in a Bottle, the jarred recipe is now a fashionable keepsake of the crafting trend.
Finally absolved of any "uncool" vibes and armed with fresh herbs from my little city planting boxes, I got to work. I had purchased some pickled okra a while back that I had really enjoyed, so this was the obvious choice for my first vinegary victims. The process came back to me slowly, but as I plunged the jars into the boiling hot water to sterilize them, I remembered being nine again and thinking of how silly this all was, how pointless and then... how utterly miraculous.
I hope you'll try some pickling soon. Afterall, it's what all the cool kids are doing...
Recipe: Italian Spicy Pickled Okra
What you need...
Equipment: 4 pint sized canning jars. See the Alton Brown recipe for sterlizing/canning tips
2 lbs fresh okra (try to get small, young ones, the older ones get "woody")
4 red chilies (such as Cayanne), split
8 cloves of garlic
4 sprigs of purple basil or 12 leaves of sweet/Italian basil
1/2 a red onion, cut into slivers
1 teaspoon whole peppercorns
1 teaspoon whole coriander
1/4 cup kosher salt
2 cups rice wine vinegar
1 cup bottled water
1 cup red wine
What to do with it all...
- Divide the chilies, garlic, basil, onion, peppercorns and coriander between the 4 jars and place in the bottom
- Wash and trim okra, then add to jars. They should be standing vertically, and alternating stems up and down to maximize jar space.
- Set jars on a non-conductive surface like wood or formica with a towel under them. Cold surfaces like marble or stainless steel can cause jar breakage from glass cold shock.
- In a saucepan bring salt, vinegar, and water to a boil. Add wine, then pour immediately over okra, leaving space between top of liquid and top of jar lid. Seal lids and set in a cool dry place like your pantry for 2 weeks.