Jars of rhubarb jelly next to a steam juicer on a kitchen counter

Rhubarb Jelly Saga 2023

I bought a steam juicer at a garage sale a few years ago. When I picked it up to look at it, the owner raved about all the good things she’d made with it, so I handed her a tenner, and took a chance I’d actually use it. I did, and I love it. A practical, simple contraption for juicing. I think I’ve only used it for rhubarb, and Haines cherries may be next to try.

When we returned from my cousin Emily’s funeral back in NY state, the forecast was for a week of rain. I knew it was time to clear out some freezer space as Sara had to jockey around a bunch of things to make room for all the king salmon we had from this spring, and then I had to find it to pack up a box to take back with us.

As often happens, I think about things to do at home when I’m away. Firewood. Canning. Boat work. Stuff like that. So the day we got home, I dug through both freezers we have working to find (hopefully) all the rhubarb from the past years. The rhubarb patch in our yard, where I’d dug up plants and separated them at the bulb and replanted a few years ago, was now taking off, so I figure I’d use that rhubarb for fresh desserts. I’d already canned a case of pickled rhubarb after tasting some at a birthday party in Craig in the spring.

The following day, Sara left for Bristol Bay for a fish processor tour, so I got the juicer out and started making juice. The juicers are such a simple contraption, and if I’m doing it right, take very little work. The juicer is comprised of 3 pans that nestle into each other The bottom is the water bath pan that needs to be checked every once in awhile to be sure there’s water left. The top pan has holes in the bottom and is where the cut up rhubarb goes. The middle pan has a chimney of sorts in the middle, like a sponge cake pan, that allows steam to go up to the fruit in the top pan, and as the juice comes out of the fruit, it falls into the middle pan, which has a drain nipple on the outside with a clamp hose attached. As the juice collects in the middle pan, you put the end of the hose in a container and unclamp the hose to drain of the juice.

As the rhubarb in the top pan has the juice steamed out of it, it reduces to a pulp, and I just pile more new rhubarb on top as I’ve seen others do in stories and videos. I might try doing it in batches next time, letting all the juice come out of a batch in top colander, then dumping that and starting again. I’m not sure it matters much. The pulp goes in the compost so is recycled anyway.

The juicing part was easy. I got enough juice – about one and a half gallons – for 2 cases of half pints of jelly,  plus an extra gallon I canned raw in quart jars.

Unlike the juice making, the jelly making was a learning experience. I’ve not made jelly very often. Just from high bush cranberries, I think. And maybe some jelly from cherries or salmon berries I let sit in a colander before processing or freezing.

Jam is a lot more forgiving because the fruit pulp gives even runny jam some consistency. Unset jelly can be as fluid as the juice used to make it. The runny jelly is useful for a syrup over ice cream or in yogurt, but not much of a spread.

I first used regular pectin, which requires a good amount of sugar for it to work. Finding a specific rhubarb jelly recipe was somewhat difficult, so I tried to wing it on the amount of sugar and pectin. The jelly didn’t gel at all. Next I used Sure Gel no sugar / low sugar pectin, thinking maybe the amount of sugar I’d used was off. Some of the batches gelled a little, but not much. After the jars cooled, I them in the fridge overnight, but it didn’t help much. The jelly tasted great – fantastic, really – but just never gelled.

Yesterday, Kurt, Jeff, and I took the boat around Douglas to Auke Bay for the summer. We dropped a car for Sara at the airport and a car at Auke Bay for us to get home, then took the boat around the island from the downtown harbor. We tried for salmon and got a Dolly Varden, which made Kurt happy as he loves eating it. We tried several spots for halibut, and no fish. When I got home, Sara had left a message that she took a paid bump for her trip home, so would not be back til the evening.

I saw the jars of runny jelly in the fridge, and couldn’t take it. I would try again.

I removed all the reuseable Tattler lids and gaskets from the jars and poured all the jelly into a pot and put it on to boil. I went to Foodland, and they only had one jar of no sugar pectin – Ball brand. So I bought that figuring it was enough. It was not. When I read the directions, I realized I needed two jars. I didn’t want to drive all the way to the valley to find more, so I tried Rainbow Foods to see if they had pectin. Good choice. They did.

They had Pomona Pectin. I hadn’t used that since I was in Kodiak and Sand Point making salmon berry jam. I think I ordered it out of Mother Earth News. It’s a pectin that uses calcium and pectin to gel the jelly, not pectin and sugar. So the amount of sugar in the jelly is not critical. And the recipes allow for up to tripling a batch recipe, which regular pectin recipes frown on. I followed the directions, reading them over and over, and calculating and recalculating, for a triple batch.

Once I measured and got the triple batch going in one pot, I had a double batch of juice still left. And not quite enough pectin to do it. But the instructions say you can vary the amount of pectin used to vary the consistency of the gel, so I used what was left. I also followed the Tattler lid instructions exactly, including letting the jars sit for 5 minutes after coming out of the canner before retightening the rings, and letting the jars sit overnight before removing the rings and checking for lid seals. I’ve regularly had problems with their lids sealing, and mostly from my impatience, I think.

All came out perfect. The jelly gelled and tasted great. All the jars sealed after sitting overnight with tight rings. Success.

We are through about half the summer growing season, so likely will see a case or two more of pickled rhubarb go in the pantry, and then a bunch more into the freezer or given away.

Sixty is headed this a way

I finished filling the woodshed today. A marathon day of splitting rounds, loading the truck with the split wood, moving it up to the shed, tossing the wood off, then stacking it in the shed. I didn’t plan to finish, really, but once I got close, I got the fever and couldn’t stop til it was done.

An old friend who is a prominent journalist in the state texted me out of the blue. Her sister in law said to give me a call. Did I have 15 minutes to talk about king salmon?  I said sure. But I might refer you to someone else who is an expert or more acquainted.

She called not much later, and started asking me questions about the king salmon situation. As we talked, she asked me how long I’d been associated with king salmon. It didn’t take long to think I’m 59 and I got here when I was 19 and started guiding and catching king salmon when I was 20……..so about 40 years!  That was sort of a wake up call, I guess. I’m damn near 60.

As we chatted, I realized I had been working with this fish in one way or another and kinda sorta did know something about the situation. More on a bigger societal picture than a scientific one. If anyone knew the specific problem, maybe we could fix it. We don’t, but “we” know it’s not “us” that’s the problem, so we start looking for someone to blame as we fight over the last fish.

By the end of the conversation, I felt pretty good about the perspectives I was able to give her, and she seemed happy for my responses. We’ll see how it comes out. I used to worry about how it would come across in the press when I was a state official. Now I’m just a guy with 4 decades of a little bit of experience associated in a lot of different ways with king salmon, and I like it that way.

I went out after the call and got the last of the wood in the truck and then into the shed. The hip that’s been killing me feels remarkably well today. I realize later exercise good. Sitting bad.  So now what am I gonna do.

The neighbor has some firewood that she needs bucked up, so I can start there.

White steelhead fish filets in a bowl

That’s how it works around here.

I got a text from a young  married couple from Craig up here fishing. Do you want a sockeye?  I think- my goodness, I have so much king in the freezer already…….- of course I want a sockeye. I wanted to see them anyway, as a bunch of canned goods from our pantry didn’t make it to them when the boys picked up the swim step they brought up for me on their boat from the friends we bought it from in Craig on facebook.

When I get down to their boat, the wife now wants me to take maybe two sockeye. And a steelhead.  I say they must have friends who can use it. All our friends are fishermen, she said. They have fish. So we settle on a big sockeye and a steelhead.

White steelhead fish filets in a bowl

When I get home, I see my neighbor is home, so I call her to see if she and her three young kids want a fish. Sure! She says. I tell her I have a sockeye and a steelhead. She said she didn’t know what a steelhead was, but knew she liked sockeye. I said you are a Juneau girl and know how to cut up a fish, right?  To which she replied yes, I am a Juneau girl, and no, I don’t know how. Okay, I said. I’ll go cut it up and be over.

So I get out the cutting board and fillet the sockeye. It is beautiful. As good as it gets. Turns out the gillnetters know how to pressure bleed. The meat is clean as a whistle, with no blood. Wow.

I take the two sides of sockeye over to her, and we make a plan to teach her how to cut up fish. Then I ask about bucking up her logs for firewood. What’s bucking up mean?  I explain it’s cutting the wood with a chainsaw to length. Then you split the wood so it will go in the stove. With a splitting machine, she asks?  Well, I split by hand. I can see I’ve got some teaching to do here, and hopefully an eager student.

I come home and fillet the steelhead. It’s a white fleshed steelhead. Which I’ve never seen or heard of. I’ve caught many white king salmon, and just 3 white coho, but never heard of white steelhead. Huh!  I let the fishermen know, and they haven’t heard of them, either.

Sara and I eat the sockeye frames from the fish which we gave the fillet sides to the neighbor, and save the steelhead for tomorrow to try and maybe give some away to other friends. I cut off the tails of the fish from the frames for crab bait with shears I brought back from the trip east just for this purpose from a family friend who is an employee of the Klein Tools cutlery where the shears are made in my hometown.

I love living here.

stopha siblings in front of their childhood home in upstate NY

Back Home. Again.

Returned to northern Appalachia to attend the funeral for our beloved cousin. A second cousin, I think is the proper term. The eldest daughter of my mother’s sister’s daughter. She passed away at 49 from an undiagnosed cancer that was found while she was in for a routine surgery a week earlier. She was the second of my second cousins to pass away. Both women and both from cancer, I think. And both way too young.

My cousin was a favorite of Sara and my siblings. She was full of energy. An EMT, she took care of my niece when she had a compound fracture of her arm at the remote Canada island on the Georgian Bay, calling in the Coast Guard, and keeping everyone calm. Sara was there for that. My nieces and nephews all loved her from their time spent with her in Canada. In her free time, she was all about scuba diving, and met her husband Ed through diving. They were quite a pair.

We went, as promised, to their wedding reception, which occurred sometime after the actual ceremony. Just like ours did. The only problem was her husband wasn’t there. Just a cut out of him, as he got called to work if I remember right. This wasn’t how I wanted to meet him. I wanted to meet him when the both of them finally came to visit us. Hopefully he’ll still come. And others from the gathering.

I was glad to see the mother of the first second cousin who passed away years ago. I can’t remember just when, and not sure I knew she passed away at the time. I hadn’t seen her mother in maybe 30 or 40 years, and it was good to catch up.

Last week also corresponded with alumni weekend in my hometown, and it was good to see several school mates.  We’re moving up the “old” ladder at these events, with fewer and fewer of the older classes there, and we are becoming the old people. And so it goes. Listening to unprompted racist shit from people I’ve known since childhood makes me know it won’t be a bad thing when my generation and those ahead of me pass on. Hopefully the younger ones will do better. I wish I had more hope that they will. We’re all products of our upbringing to some extent.

Our childhood home is soon to be razed. The neighbor bought it, and is taking it down. And it’s time, I think. Many have lived there since my dad sold it, and most every time it was repossessed when payments couldn’t be made. The young neighbor was married to the daughter of one of our childhood neighbors across the street. He was happy to have us look around and allowed us to take anything we wanted. I took a little piece of siding that was put on when I was young. Just before we left, I reentered the house to stand in the room where my mom passed away, and that was good.

stopha siblings in front of their childhood home in upstate NY

This is the 5th trip out of state since last September, between overseas volunteer fisheries assignments and funerals. Good to touch down last night on the plane home and know summer season is here and lots of family and friends coming in for boat trips over the next 2 months and I have no plans to go Outside for awhile. Glad to be back where I belong.

Wood pile 2023

Time to replenish the wood we burned this winter. I waded up through the lush behind our garage to see trees and logs were down above the garage. I forgot about all the wood there from taking down the dangerous trees last year. I can’t fathom how I moved these logs to where they are, but I did somehow. Now to get them down to the driveway to buck up.

I used the truck and, depending on how far away the log was, I used either a short piece of chain and tow strap combo, or a length of blue line I bought over the winter for tie up lines for the tug when the temperature is below freezing, to pull them down to the driveway. I yarded out the logs, then started bucking them up.

I used the saw my dad bought for me – a Stihl 028 – when I drove to Alaska for the first time in 1983, until the bar seized up. I tried finding a bar in town, but no luck. So I got out the 041 I bought from Ron when he left town to finish most of the cutting. Should be plenty of wood to fill the shed.

Now I can split the rounds as I have the stamina to do so, and fill the shed little by little. Good to get some good exercise after so much time on the boat.

Got to splitting today. I think, along with cross country skiing, my favorite exercise. I’m not all that excited about bucking up the wood with the chainsaw. But splitting?  I like it. And satisfying to see the wood split, and the split wood start to pile up. I split til I’m dog tired, but try not to go past the point I’ll be very sore the next day. Plenty of time to pick away at it, and we won’t burn this wood for 3 more years.

Spring trip to Craig

Friday, April 28

Left Juneau about 830 am with Kurt. Forecast for northerly winds about 10 kts for the next 5 days or more. We had flat seas for 12 hours. Saw about 3 humpback whales and some Dall’s porpoise til we got down near 5 finger lighthouse, where there perhaps 6  whales feeding in the area. Anchored in Cleveland Passage about 830 pm. Set the crab pot in about 40’ of water. Kurt made smoked black cod and rice with quinoa for dinner.

Saturday, April 29

Left anchorage about 5:30am. A northerly chop rocked us gently starting about midnight. Crabpot held 2 sublegal king crab (we were fishing for dungeness crab). We stopped in Petersburg. Eric brought Paul to the Salty Pantry and we had lunch. One of the best places in the region to eat. Then we got fuel – 25 gallons for 21 hours of running. ~ 1.2 gallons per hour. Still hard to believe sometimes. We went over 100 miles on 25 gallons. We ran the Wrangell Narrows and only passed a couple boats the whole way. Actually, we’ve only passed a few boats the whole trip. We ran across Sumner Strait and anchored in Red Bay. I had my left over sandwich for dinner.

Sunday, April 30

Left Anchorage about 6 pm. Fished Port Protection for about an hour and a half with about 3 other boats and no fish caught nor seen. Headed down El Capitan Passage. Sea otters to count by the dozen. Only passed one boat and a tiny tug with a tiny barge all the way down to the entrance to Salt Lake Bay, where we anchored just before 8 oclock. We’ll fish at St. Philips tomorrow, where I’ve caught 5 kings in the past. Had pizza for dinner and listened to the Kraken beat the Avalanche 2 to 1 for their first playoff series win.

Monday, May 1

Anchored at the entrance to Salt Lake Bay. Fished St Philips, then Cruz Pass, for no fish. Fueled at the dock on False Island, then Brian met us with Howard’s truck to offload his shelves and barbecue and Ellen’s food. Tied up at the launch ramp float, then Brian took us to the container. We pumped up the tire on the truck, and opened up the container. All good in the container, except I found out later the wall by the middle window is soft from moisture on the inside. Kurt dropped me off at the boat, then drove over to the harbor while I took the boat over. We stopped at the store for alcohol and some food supplies, and went to the harbor master office to register the tug for harbor fees and Kurt stopped for some hootchies, etc at Log Cabin store. The clerk was a classmate of Mellissa.

Tuesday, May 2

Left the harbor about 5 am and arrived Santa Cruz about 740 am.   Got the gear out fishing about 8 am. Caught a nice king on the hootchie Kurt had bought about 10 am. Doug Rholdes was also out fishing alone and caught a king at 10 am. One other boat came in an mooched at the outer rock at high tide. No body caught any more fish that we know of here. We fished til high tide, then anchored behind the island at the entrance to the bay and took a nap about 1. We started fishing again at 3 pm to fish the flood tide again. Saw our first black  vbear of the trip later in the afternoon on the beach by where we had anchored. No fish by 730, so we headed to the back of the bay to find as safe a spot as we could with the wind now and if it changed overnight. I saved the entrails of the king and baited the crab pot with it near where we anchored. We listened to the Kraken – Dallas hockey game that came on after we listened to the Yankees game for Kurt. Seattle scored 4 goals in the first period, and Dallas 2. Dallas scored two more in the 3rd period, and the same Dallas player scored all four goals. Kraken won in overtime. Love the Sirius-XM satellite radio.

Wed May 3

Started fishing about 6 am. Got a nice king at 815 at about same spot as yesterday. No other boats present. At high tide, we headed to Tranquil and fished that for an hour or two, and no fish and nobody else fishing. Returned to find Brian and Ellen’s dock in, so tied up there, and packed the fish home. Kurt butchered the fish and I vac packed. We had collars and half a tail for dinner and it was excellent, of course. Then came back over to Brian and Ellen’s for a drink too many.

Thur May 4

Kurt left on Seaplanes at 9 am. Beautiful sunny day. I changed the gear oil, and getting the hang of doing both the oil and gear oil now.

Friday, May 5

Fished Point Tranquil starting at low tide. Might have had a strike at the cross but no fish on there when I got to the rod. I stopped in to talke with Ellen, Melissa and her friend from Anchorage, who are down for the weekend to send up a plane in parts from Fred on the barge to Anchorage, and do some bear hunting and fishing.

Saturday, May 6

Desperate searches for a welder finally turned up a friend of Steven P. Welder is stopping by after Little League today to assess the job, and hopefully he can get the steel window frames welded in tomorrow. He said to take out one window to start in case we can’t get them all done in one day. So, I took apart the inner window framing and trim from all three windows. Then took to cutting out just the middle window on the outside so I could remove it in the morning. If this frame looks like it’s going in just fine when Emmett starts, I can work on cutting out the other windows while he’s welding. Funny thing yesterday was when Emmett asked where I got the steel window cases and told him I’d had them welded by Tyler a few years agod, he said he was the one who welded them as he was working there then!

Sunday, May 7

Took out the middle window and measured it against the window and casing I just took out- looks like it good fit. Emmett showed up at 930 and got started.   He went to school with my nieces. He said he got his welding certificate at Seward Tech Center and welded for awhile, then got his CDL and drove for DOT for awhile, and now works as an apprentice lineman for AP and T. He was missing some gizmo that would have made the job go faster, but he did the best he could with the equipment he brought. It  took into the early afternoon to get the middle window done, and the other two will have to wait. He emphasized that he wanted to finish the job and that was a good sign. He helped me put the window into the new frame, and I did a less than professional job as usual putting it in.

I had the container torn apart inside and tools everywhere, so slowly putting things away. The inside smells like welding slag. I’ve got the Kraken game 3 on the XM, and they just scored 4 goals in the second period to none for the Stars.

Brian took Mellissa and John and Mellissa’s friend Jaime out king fishing and caught 5. They got a bear on Friday evening. So lots of luck. Brian sent me photos of 5 kings they all caught at 4:45 pm. I had 15 minutes to race to Log Cabin to get the magic spoons, which I did.

Monday May 8

Went to the king spot on the outer coast for an overnight. Realized when I left my big cooler was missing. I remembered I’d sprayed it out and put it on end to dry and it must have blown overboard during the recent storm. Caught 4 kings, including 2 shakers, all on the lure I got at the store just before closing. Anchored behind the island there and butchered and froze the two kings. I ran out of water, so now the big question: is there enough of the emergency water in the 3? Gallon  jug to make coffee for a couple days. I also knew I could always run to a creek for water as I’m gonna boil it anyway.

Tuesday, May 9

Caught one king today. Came back to town and got about about 4:45 pm. Beautiful 2 days of fishing. Would have liked to have stayed another day or two but a blow is coming to the outer coast, so I came back in and can fish closer to town for awhile. Water crisis averted.

Wed May 10

Up early and down to boat as wind shifted from NW to SE. After hearing Craig area forecast, I took boat to the harbor, and fueled up along the way. Boat burned ⅔ of a gallon per hour in two trips for 12 hours of running and 40 hours of trolling and using the heater. Ran out with Brian to set a skate of long line gear. Crap, we might get pounded tomorrow pulling it, but he had thawed out octopus bait that he didn’t get to use when Mellissa was here so that’s why we were setting. When I got home, I put the Mariners game on and started making sugar kelp salsa from the 5 gallon bucket of it Ellen got me from the giveaway day from Sea Grove. I’d chopped it and froze it when I got it. Today, I thawed the frozen packages of kelp slightly so I could chop it further, then ground it more in our ancient Vita Mix. I needed 16 cups of kelp for a double batch of salsa, and it took most of the 5 gallon bucket of kelp, which was great. I love my sugar kelp. I make it as chunky as I can, and like it alot better than the then kelp salsa I buy in the store.