Saturday, 11 September 2010

Random Châteaux Pics

Last month my brother visited with various members of his family. While they were here we showed them some of the delights the area holds. Of course, that meant visiting some châteaux.

The first châteaux we didn't visit, having been there only a few weeks earlier. Instead, we viewed the châteaux of Chauvigny (there's five of them) while we rode on the Velorail.

The second chateaux is Montresor. We have been here many times, but I don't think we have ever posted photos of the old part of the château. Built by the man who seems to have built every château in this area, the quite possibly psychotic Foulques (Fulk or Fulkes) Nerra. You can read about him here, if you dare.

The third château is that Loire Valley classic, Chenonceau. This is a detail of the roof from the other side of the river, looking downstream

Next week we visit Loches and Chinon châteaux, so these won't be the last château photos for the month.

Simon

Friday, 10 September 2010

Two Men, Two Ladders

I mentioned that I was looking forward to putting placo on the upper reaches of the bathroom ceiling. This is why.


This is where we are up to now: it's time to start panelling and insulating the north facing ceiling and the landing at the top of the stairs. The room is a lot lighter than it was, and I am starting to worry that we may have over-specified the lighting. As long as I can tone it all down to a mystic glow once I am in the bath I will be happy. Maybe we have to buy some ex-ecclesiastical candle stands.



Simon

Thursday, 9 September 2010

Anyone for Tennis?

At the beginning of this year the town council decided that the municipal tennis courts needed upgrading. I seem to remember that this caused some controversy at the time, maybe as the winning tender was significantly lower than all the others.

In June work started, and now the tennis courts look splendid. There are two courts (as can be seen in the photo below), court 1 being reserved for tennis club members, whilst court 2 is available for hire at €7 an hour.

To hire court 2 you call in to l'Esperance, and after you have proved your identity and paid, they will let you have the key. To join the tennis club and play on court 1 you need to provide a medical certificate(!). I wonder how you get fit enough to join the tennis club though?

While you look at the photos, some music.



Simon

Wednesday, 8 September 2010

We're Attic Again*

Last time we spoke about the attic we had just dusted down the beams and were contemplating treating the wood.

This has now been done: on Friday the beams were Xylophened as a precautionary measure to treat against woodworm of various sorts and rot, then on Monday they were given some nourishment. This took the form of 1 parts linseed oil to two parts turpentine, painted on quite liberally. This has changed the colour of the wood, but the effect is already fading.

Mixing linseed oil and turpentine. The mixture has to
be heated to between 40° and 65° C. Any hotter than
that and the oils break down. Colder, and they won't mix.
Painting the beams with the resulting mixture.
You can see how it changed the colour
...especially on the oak pieces. They have
already faded to an oaky grey colour
Insulation was the next task, so we fitted 100mm (4 inches) of glass wool between the chevrons (rafters) vertically. This was followed with another 100mm laid horizontally. The results should be equivalent to about 250mm of insulation, with the added bonus of no gaps where sheets of glass wool butt up against each other.

Two layers of insulation
Probably the trickiest part of the operation so far has been doing the frame and plasterboard for the ceiling. The angle is 41°, but the ridge isn't level: the roof is 15cm (6 inches) higher at one end than the other. This means some 4 dimensional geometry, something acheived with much pencil chewing and scribbling on offcuts. Plus, of course, hydrofuge plasterboard is exceptionally heavy stuff: 26kg (57lb) per sheet, and we will have to lift some sheets over three metres, but still at the 41° angle.

Those of you who know Michael Green's "The Art of
Coarse Acting" may recognise this as a variation of
the human cleat.
Today we start work on the upper reaches of the ceiling, something I am really looking forwards to.

Simon

*sorry.

Tuesday, 7 September 2010

Maintaining the Grape Vines

I am clearly a failure as a grape vine owner. I'm not surprised. We have a row of white table grapes growing along one side of the potager. They are almost certainly a variety called Chasselas, as this seems to be the only variety one can buy in the garden centres.

When we bought the orchard we were assured that the grapes were particularly good, but last year we didn't get any white ones because the vines were badly affected by the dry summer. This year I thought we weren't going to get any either, because of the late frost, but recently I noticed several small bunches.

Our neighbour, tidying up our white grapes.
I'm not a huge fan of home grown table grapes - they are always far too pippy, with grapes the size of peas, in my experience. They are also the last of the fruit to ripen, and last year I was so exhausted by processing the bounty of cherries followed by plums followed by nectarines followed by pears followed by peaches followed by apples that I couldn't have cared less about the plentiful red grapes, and couldn't be bothered processing them - what exactly does one do with grapes, anyway?

I did dutifully prune the grapes in the winter, as instructed by our orchard neighbour, but after that I've more or less ignored them. This is clearly not good enough, because in late August he came over and fettled them so they don't trail on the ground, and more sun can get in to ripen what grapes there are. One bunch, with pea sized fruit, is already ripe and proved to be (surprise, surprise) full of pips, but very sweet.

Our neighbour also inspected our young walnut trees and clipped off growth below the grafts and staked one he thought was still a bit wimbly wombly. This poor young tree is having a hard time, and I thought it had died in the spring, as it didn't burst into leaf until June.

Our neighbour stakes a young walnut tree.
Vines, at least wine grapes, are an integral part of much of the Loire, so I should take more of an interest in the husbandry of my own vines, especially as grapes are grown less and less around Preuilly. Simon pointed out to me that the Michelin Green Guide describes Preuilly as:
"Preuilly, which has retained numerous interesting old houses and the former abbey church beneath the ruins of its fortress, rises in terraces on the north bank of the Claise amid woodland, green meadows and vineyards."
I'm afraid it must have been some time since the Michelin people visited. There are no commercial vineyards now in Preuilly, although a number of people maintain small private parcels of vines (and I mean small - a few rows here and there, often in the middle of nowhere). The grapes may have gone, but there is currently a great interest in truffle oak plantations, and it is these that now grace the slopes on the outskirts of Preuilly.

Susan

Monday, 6 September 2010

Missing the Bee-Eaters

Our friends Tim and Pauline, who live in the next river valley, rang to say they had a flock of European Bee-Eaters Merops apiaster (le Guepier d'Europe in French) feeding over the lucerne just down the road from their place. There is a nesting colony of these colourful little summer migrants on the sandy banks of the Creuse River not very far from Preuilly, and there are always smaller flocks around in the area, but you have to be in the right place at the right time to see them.

Here's one we prepared earlier - taken by my father a couple
of years ago near Yzeures-sur-Creuse.
Tim managed to get some photos of them which he has posted on his blog, but when I visited a few days later they were nowhere to be seen. I think I was there an hour or two early, as they seem to go out foraging and return to the roost at T&P's dairyfarmer neighbour's at about 7.30pm. The farmer says they have been using his place as a stopover on their migration for several years, so hopefully I will see them when they return from Africa in March.

I think a Swallowtail butterfly Papilio machaon (Le Machaon) like this one below might be a bit unwieldy for a Bee-eater, but all sorts of insects love the lucerne. The field is traversed by some power lines too, which the birds love to perch on once they've made a kill. It's no wonder they've chosen this site to roost at and take another opportunity to fatten up before the migration.

The lane up to the farm house is buzzing with wildlife in this warm September weather we've been having lately, so it wasn't an entirely wasted visit. I'm still green that I didn't get to see the Bee-eaters though.

A Mallow Skipper butterfly Carcharodus alceae (La Grisette) feeding on Red Dead Nettle Lamium purpureum (Le lamier pourpre), below. I love their subtle blend of browns and their hooked antennae.


A Violet Fritillary butterfly Clossiana dia (La Petite Violette).

Susan

Sunday, 5 September 2010

A First Birthday

Célestine's official Birthday is 1 June 1953 as that is when she rolled off the line at the Quai de Javel in Paris - which means that in under three years time we will be having an official 60th birthday party for her.

Yesterday was her unofficial first birthday, it being a year since she first claimed ownership of us. Since then we have travelled just under 5,500km (about 3,300 miles), and for probably 90% of that distance we have been wearing broad grins.

I am sure you can understand why this makes us smile
The times we haven't been smiling are usually weather or traffic based: driving a car with a 15 metre turning circle and inefficient windscreen wipers in heavy traffic on a wet December's evening isn't much fun, but at least we were suffering in style.

Because she is an old car, you can do stuff yourself
Yesterday as a treat I sat in the car for a couple of hours and finally got to grips with the headlight switch. As far as I can tell they are now working in the right order*, and I have a lit dashboard when the high beams are on. This counts as A Good Thing.

Yesterday was Célestine Day, today is Father's Day (at least, it is in Australia). My dad is doing really well after his op, and he and mum are off for a week's holiday, hopefully as a trial run to visit here next year. Happy Father's Day (and all that).

Simon

*that assumes I have understood correctly what the right order is!

Saturday, 4 September 2010

"La Main Jaune"

The Yellow Hand is a 24 metre long, 40 tonne sculpture. We first saw it in a field behind a hardware shop in Chatellerault, dismantled and lying on the ground. We were intrigued, because although there was a works sign there was no indication of what it was for.



A mystery in a field
Last weekend we were in Chatellerault buying hardware, and happened upon the sculpture again, this time being erected in the middle of a rond-point (roundabout) where the autoroute A10 exit for Chatellerault is.

Apparently work was help up for over two years while the structure was strengthened and insurance matters were sorted out, but now it is nearing completion.

Now all the roundabouts on the Chatellerault bypass have items of interest on them - roundabouts on city bypasses are frequently landscaped; some quite bizarrely, but often the decoration relates to local culture or legend. We will have to do a photo set one day.

Simon

Friday, 3 September 2010

Chillou du Feuillet

Yesterday Susan and I had cause to be in Descartes: Célestine visited M.Musseau to have her new exhaust pipe tightened up.

While we were there we did the weekly shop (yes, even windswept and interesting people with full and active lives have to visit the supermarché), called into the Tourist Office to drop off some publicity, and then took the opportunity to ask about a dolmen I have seen mentioned, but never described. Most places that mention it do not have a proper location for it, but the ladies at the Descartes Tourist Office are better than that, and described how to get there in detail.

The stone on top of the burial chamber is about 4 metres long and 2.5 metres across. It dates from 3,500BC, and in 1955 an excavation discovered some flakes of silex (stone tools) some pottery, and six human teeth. The local legend mentions it as part of the Gargantua legend.

We have marked the location of the stone on our map here. It probably isn't worth taking a trip just to see, but if you're in the area it is well worth a couple of minutes of anyone's time to stand there and contemplate how long the history of this area is.

Simon

Thursday, 2 September 2010

Continuing in the Attic

We have now finished insulating and closing the walls of the attic, which means it is time to start insulating and closing the ceiling. Before we can do that it is important that we clean the wooden beams, because there will be a lot less space to work in once the ceiling is up.
Before
During
After
Most of what we removed was dust, but it looks like the beams had been lime-washed (but only once) a long time ago. We have removed almost no wood, so the adze cuts and chapentiers marks are still clearly visible. Today we will be giving the wood a coat of xylophene, an anti-insect, anti-fungus treatment, then once the walls and ceilings are totally finished, a final coat of wax (maybe).

What we do find interesting is that we have three different kinds of wood up there. Of course, there is a lot of oak (mainly the St Andrew's crosses), but there is also chestnut (the long beam of slightly yellow wood) and poplar (coming later in another photo).

Simon

Wednesday, 1 September 2010

What Happens Around Preuilly in September?

Hunting: The main hunting season starts this month. Game in French is gibier and furred game such as rabbits, deer and boar are gibier à poils. Waterfowl is gibier d'eau, and the third category of game are the very controversial oiseaux de passage (migrating birds). The exact start and end dates for the hunting season varies from département to département, but here in Indre et Loire, the general opening date is 9am on 19 September. Conversely, the angling season ends on 19 September.

The rules are many and precise.
  • Some species have a more restricted season than the general dates (e.g. hares and partridge).
  • Hunting underground is only allowed by specialist registered clubs.
  • In order to allow the population to rebuild, hunting hares is not allowed everywhere.
  • Hunters are not allowed to put out grain to attract boar unless they have a special licence.
  • Hunting is generally only allowed from 9am to one hour after sunset (with some exceptions e.g. waterfowlers are allowed to be in position two hours before sunrise).
  • Nuisance species e.g. coypu can be hunted on any day of the week, within the usual hours, without any prior notification to the authorities.
  • Hunting is not permitted when it is snowing (with some exceptions e.g. waterfowl on open water).
  • It is forbidden to buy or sell certain game (e.g. woodcock).
A Red Legged Partridge

Grape harvest: The wine growers will start harvesting their grapes sometime this month, the exact date depending on the weather. The harvest is called le vendange. Also being harvested will be sunflowers and feed maize, so there will still be lots of slow wide vehicles on the roads.

Touring cyclists: Now that the weather is a bit cooler, the serious touring cyclists come out with their high-vis gear and enormous laden panniers.

Open House Days: Known as Open House weekend in the UK, in France they are the Journées du Patrimoine, on 18-19 September. This is your chance to see all sorts of places that are not usually open to the public. In Preuilly there will be guided walks of the town, the museum is open and Gérard Fleury, an expert in medieval sculpture, will be giving a lecture on the Abbaye.

Anniversaries: Célestine first came to live with us twelve months ago this month, and it was three years ago that we had the barn and staircase tower re-roofed.

How Célestine was when we first saw her
Cyclamen: carpets of these lovely flowers can be seen under the trees at many a château park.

Cyclamen in the grounds of Preuilly's Château


Wildlife: Praying mantis.

Susan

Tuesday, 31 August 2010

Monastic Vestiges

The double colonnade.
To the south of the church in Preuilly, an alley in the shadow of the buttresses leads to a long building which housed the monks' dormitory. On the ground floor, near a short arcade, are the remains of the cloister. The dormitory was redesigned in the 15th century to become the chapter house, with a ceiling of four rib vaults supported by a central column. The far wall is decorated with an interesting 12th century bas relief crucifixion, unfortunately very damaged. Further along two more arcades were updated to a double colonnade resting on a platform, and surmounted by capitals with vegetal decoration.

The base of one of the ceiling ribs.

The bas relief crucifixion (Bernard de la Motte, president of the
local archaeological society, pointing out details).

Susan

Monday, 30 August 2010

Closing in on a Bathroom

I commented on Friday that we would be starting closing the bathroom walls "tomorrow".

Pleasingly, we were able to start on Friday morning, so after a bit of discussion about where the ceiling will actually go (you need to be sure of these things before you start the walls), we started with glasswool and plasterboard.

The ceiling: there?

or there?
It isn't a fast process, as we are taking extreme care to make sure the insulation is sufficient, with no gaps, and we are double taping it to make sure it will not shift over time. This means that once it is done it is done for good.

Stéphane tapes the insulation to the frame
Luckily the weather of late has not been all that warm, but but even so, working up in the roof space you are aware of any warmth at all and it has been very humid.

Simon

Sunday, 29 August 2010

A Bit of a Windfall

And for once, I'm not talking about apples.

Several weeks ago our 86 year old neighbour Mme B. had a spell in hospital. While she was there her son took his opportunity to clear out her barn. One day an enormous skip arrived on a truck and was dumped in the middle of the street, blocking the way for the entire day. Guy had also called the pest controllers to come and deal with a severe outbreak of fleas in the barn and over the course of the day, Tyvek overalled figures beavered away, spraying, clearing and chucking. My friend Sylvie and I watched from her top window and debated whether we would go down and ask Guy if we could have a couple of the chairs and a wooden chest, but we decided that in view of the possibility they would be infested, we would pass.

Two skips worth of stuff was carted off, and a few days later we discovered Guy at the brocante, with a stall featuring the best of the barn's contents. He told us there was a quantity of firewood still in the barn and asked if we wanted it. We said we would and arranged to come and collect it yesterday.

The wood is oak, about 15 years old. It is at least that long since Mme B. switched to heating the house with oil. It's cut into 30 cm lengths and will easily fit into our stove. Guy needed it removed because it was stacked up in such a way it was preventing access to the upper floor of the barn, and we had to be really careful when loading our trailer, because the old wooden ladder which lead to the trapdoor was in constant danger of falling on our heads. The wood was also stacked in a window alcove and on top of the well. Now it's gone he can order another skip and ditch the contents of the upstairs.

We figure there is at least 2 cubic metres of wood, which at today's prices is worth €80+. Guy resprayed all the wood with malathion (or something of that ilk - it really stank!) so he could be sure it was 'propre', then helped us load it into our trailer, even though he was due to compete in a trompes de chasse competition that afternoon. Neither he nor his mother would accept any money for the wood.

His mother is (inevitably) complaining that he threw out things that she now wants, but as he said, it was an absolute bazaar in there, and desperately needed sorting. It was tremendously kind of them to think of us and very generous of them to give us the wood. I will be buying them a nice bottle of Chinon at the very least.

We've left the wood airing on the back lawn overnight, and today, we are going to tell our visitors that the task is to stack it all neatly in the garage and down one side of the apéro terrace (gloves will be provided).

...Well, visitors have to earn their pear sorbet somehow...

Susan

Saturday, 28 August 2010

Apéro at the Chateau

Last night we were lucky enough to be on the invitation list for apéro at Château Valcreuse, owned by Caroline and Alexander. We have done some work with them this year, taking their guests on picnics or collecting them at the station. The food at the party was supplied by Sidney and Alison from le Calabash, who run a cookery school and catering business in the area.

Célestine parked outside the château in pride of place.
Caroline, our hostess.
Some of the amuse-bouches.
Sidney, a blur of activity in the kitchen.
The trouble with going to parties where there are French people is that they can all dance - properly - and do so with very little encouragement. It means that as a non-French person, one has no option but to slink off and sample the cheese platter, since there is no way one can get up and dance without looking like a gallumping hippo. The band, a swinging jazz quartet was local and excellent.
Thanks Caroline and Alexander, Sidney and Alison - it was a great party and we really enjoyed ourselves.

Susan

Friday, 27 August 2010

Where we are at

Work continues on the upstairs bathroom, and so far the decision making about what goes where is just keeping ahead of the execution of the work. Which is the right order, but probably frustrating for Stéphane, as he has to keep asking "have you decided where...?".

Still, as Susan told him yesterday we are just preparing him for other clients: at least we can make decisions when required, and then don't change our minds after making changes become difficult (most of the time: it has happened, but that's life). I am pretty sure that in the world of renovating houses for people half the clients will just give an idea of what they want and live with the results, whilst the other half micro-manage. We make sure we are involved in every detail of the final product, but once we have decided what we want we ask if it's possible, feasible, and not too much added work, then let him run the show. I can then concentrate on asking what to some might seem silly questions, but Stéphane is patient with me and explains what is happening as he goes along. This means I am learning stuff, slowly, which I might be able to use later.

Our new bathroom sink.
The right shape and 50% off the price!
On Wednesday we went shopping for lights, heated towel rail, and a handbasin for the bathroom, and high density insulation for the landing at the top of the stairs. The lights, handbasin and insulation we have purchased, but the towel rail we finally decided on as being the closest to what we are after was out of stock (this is a good thing, as it allowed for reflection and a change of mind).

The insulation for the landing at the top of the stairs is a slight problem: the house predates glass wool insulation (by about 500 years) so no allowance has been made for the 200mm (8 inches) of space needed to prevent heat loss. The maximum we can fit in there is 100mm, and even that makes the roof awfully low. Luckily there is a new range of glasswool insulation which is 30% more efficient than previously, so although we won't have the European standard amount up there, we will be closer than we feared we would be.

While we were in Leroy Merlin we also priced sliding doors for the large cupboard, which although will be more expensive than we hoped are less expensive than we feared. We also looked at regular doors and benchtops, both of which we have yet to make a final decision about. The custom made sliding doors must be ordered soon, because they are on special at 40% off, which is a quite considerable amount of money.

A table full of light fittings.
At the moment, our bathroom plan looks like this. We're not definite on the colours, but at least we are sure where the doors, plumbing and electrics will go. Just as well- we start closing the walls tomorrow.


Simon

Thursday, 26 August 2010

Field Eryngo - le Panicaut champêtre

Common on roadsides and uncultivated land is a rather striking ghostly grey green plant, with stiff needle tipped leaves as spiky as any thistle. It's called Field Eryngo in English and le Panicaut champêtre in French. The scientific name is Eryngium campestre. It's not related to thistles at all, but to carrots and parsnips.

The plants emerge during the spring and by late summer are perhaps 40cm high and flowering, contrasting with the surrounding grass both by their pallor and their rigidity. The flowers are held in balls above decorative ruffs of spiny bracts and attract nectar seeking insects such as this Burnet Companion Euclidia glyphica moth (la Doublure jaune in French) above.

Susan

Wednesday, 25 August 2010

Making Jam

Since we have fruit trees, I make jam during the summer reasonably regularly. Sometimes Simon does too, and although we hadn't done much jam making before we came to live here, we really haven't had the sort of problems other people seem to have, particularly with jam not setting.

Now that I have played around with various methods and settled on a basic technique that works for me, I want to work on improving the fruity flavour and reducing the sweetness of our jams, so I've been reading up on jam making.

Yellow plum jam on the boil.
An easy rule of thumb is that jam should be 50% sugar and 50% fruit. That's the ratio I currently use, but I'd like to drop it to 3 parts sugar to 4 parts fruit. By law in France, commercial jam producers must adhere quite closely to the 50/50 rule, or they cannot call their product confiture. But they (and their consumers) are clearly interested in variations in the fruit/sugar levels - for taste, for health, to save money, and who knows what else. You can buy jam in the supermarket with a 65% fruit content, so it becomes 'confipote' or 'fruité intense' or 'confiture allégée en sucre'.

Why is a low sugar jam not a jam then? It's mainly because the sugar acts as a preservative, binding the water content and preventing moulds from developing then causing the jam to ferment, which alters its flavour and texture (it becomes more liquid). When heated together the sugar attracts the water from the fruit. The cell walls in the fruit burst and release pectin too. The pectin is only released at high temperature, and the presence of the sugar means that boiling point is above 100°C. (Beware - the pectin will irreversibly break down if you go more than a few degrees over jam temperature for more than a few minutes.) Dispersed amongst the fruit water, the pectin molecules cannot join together, but once the sugar has bound the water, the pectin can form a gel. A certain amount of evaporation takes place as well, which helps thicken the mix. The ideal ratio for this transfer of molecules to take place turns out to be a sugar content of between 50 and 65% (remember that the fruit itself contains sugar). Apparently too much sugar can cause crystalization. The final player in the mix is acidity, which aids the attraction of the pectin molecules to one another. Once the jam cools, all the elements should have formed a network resulting in perfectly set jam.

Yellow plum jam and apple and blackberry jelly bottled and cooling.
Many people will tell you that a runny jam cannot be reheated and boiled a bit more to thicken it, others will tell you the opposite. I'm in the second camp - my experience is that if it doesn't set overnight in the jars, chuck it all back in the pot and boil it hard for 5 or 10 minutes and re-bottle it. If your problem was it hadn't reached jam temperature the first time it will be fine. If your problem is that you have boiled it too hard in the first place, try adding some pectin and strictly controlling the temperature at jam temperature this time round.

Many people will tell you to add lemon juice or half a lemon to any and all jams. This is presumably on the understanding that the pectin needs that hit of acid to reassemble and that the lemon itself contains pectin. My personal preference is for no lemon - I find the flavour overpowers the fruit, and I can't see why the acid naturally present in your fruit of choice wouldn't be sufficient to activate the pectin.

Many people will tell you to make sure you mix fruit that is rich in pectin (citrus, apples, redcurrants) with fruit that has less (apricots, peaches, strawberries, cherries, blackberries), but we never have any problem with our cherries, so I am not convinced this is necessary. However, I have this year made a batch of apple pectin and put it in the freezer for adding to jams next year. This so I can reduce the sugar a bit but still get a good set without cooking the jam for too long and losing flavour.

Apple pectin is easy to make. I use my imperfect apples, cut out the bad bits, chuck them in a big boiler, cover with water and boil for 20 minutes. The apples are well and truly mushed by then. I tip the lot into a muslin which we suspend from the back of a chair over a bowl. The theory is that the resulting already slightly gelled liquid is pectin. I rinse out my muslin in very hot water and hang it on the line to dry, but if you were worried about it not being sterile, you could simply iron it before using.

Many people recommend using copper pans for jam making as the metal ions link to the pectin and aid gelling. However, the tarnish on copper pans is toxic, so I don't fancy it, and, like beating egg whites in a copper bowl, I've never found it necessary. If you do use a copper pan, apparently calcium citrate, available at the pharmacy, neutralises the vert-de-gris.

Many people swear they can tell when their jam is ready by putting a teaspoon of hot jam on a cold plate, waiting a few minutes then pushing the jam. If it wrinkles it's ready. This technique never worked for me, although Simon uses it. I always use a thermometer and make sure the jam has reached 105°C and stays there for 5 minutes.

Pectin is released rather slowly, so a relatively long cooking period is required, but this means that many volatile aromatic flavours are lost. There is no reason you can't cook the fruit first to release the pectin, then add the sugar and leave it to dissolve and bind up the water. This is useful when making jellies, as you can boil the fruit, strain through the muslin overnight, then add the sugar and bring slowly to the boil to ensure it is all dissolved, then boil hard to reach jamming temperature. Making apple pectin should also solve this problem, in that you are adding it already activated to another fruit jam. It doesn't matter that the pectin has lost its apple flavour by being cooked hard earlier.

To help prevent loss of aromatics, don't stir the jam too much either. Having said that, though, it is wise to stir every now and then, just to check it's not burning on the bottom.

The foam that forms on top of the boiling jam must be removed because it leaves aerated trails through the jam which can allow moulds to grow. However, there is no reason you can't eat it, and added to yoghurt, or spread on bread still warm as an after jam-making snack, it is delicious.

To sum up, you have two approaches to choose from when jam making:

Rapid - the current trend. Chop your fruit and macerate in an equal quantity of sugar first and the fruit will break down quickly and release its water and pectin.

Long - unavoidable if you want to reduce your sugar content or increase your fruit content. The advantages are that water will evaporate and you will get a thicker syrup form, the fruits burst, the pectin is liberated, the house smells fantastic...but you risk losing flavour with the aromas.

Susan