As faithful readers know, a few days ago I set out on a ketchup quest, a trial-by-taste, with a lofty goal: homemade tomato ketchup that tastes like Mother’s. Without Mother’s guidance — or so I thought. But then handsome younger bro said, “I think I have Mom’s ketchup recipe!” The quest suddenly became a lot more promising. Here’s a picture trail.
Cutting the beautiful heirloom plum tomatoes from Henkle’s Herbs and Heirlooms. I particularly like the long, meaty, stripey ones, which have a fine sweet taste.
Into two stock pots, each with a heavy bottom, for hours of slow cooking, so the absent-minded cook would not discover burned tomatoes after Failure To Stir.
The pulp or juice, after using the trusty Foley Food Mill on the soft, cooked plum tomatoes. About 20 pounds of tomatoes yielded about 10 quarts of thick, red, pulpy juice. I tried reducing it in the oven overnight, and discovered that 170 degrees is too slow — but at least no tomatoes were burned or otherwise harmed in making that experiment. 225 degrees might be about right for an overnight reduction of this large amount of juice.
After reducing a separate, second mixture of vinegar, onions, spices, and peppers, the solids get tied in clean cloth, and both liquids and solids are added to the reduced tomato juice. More reducing takes place as the spices and aromatics infuse the thickening juice. Sugar is added last “to prevent scorching and ruining your day’s work.”
Time for canning, which I had promised myself at age 18 I would never, never do again. Broke my promise, since it turns out I hadn’t really counted the cost of living an entire life without homemade ketchup. It also turns out that crucial canning tools like jar lifters and little magnetic lid lifters are available in supermarkets for not much money, taking away my last excuse: “But I don’t have a jar lifter…”
The seven pints of ketchup in their hot water bath. Experienced canner bro said, “Use a rack. 30 minutes should do it.” I looked up a how-to YouTube video that helped with little questions I still had.
I have to admit that in spite of my snarly state about canning in general, I was looking forward to the satisfying little “ping” sounds that signify the lids are truly, definitely sealed. Big surprise: The pings came almost immediately, as I used the awesome jar lifter to put the pints of ketchup on the obligatory tea towel.
I also looked forward to being really DONE with the ketchup – and now I am, except for enjoying it, sharing it, and slathering it on Stone Cross Farm hot dogs and Elmwood Stock Farm organic Black Angus ground round burgers.
Although it wasn’t planned, I broke my canning fast and completed homemade ketchup on September 3, 2010, exactly 75 years after Mother and Dad married. Many thanks to younger bro for the recipe recovery and coaching, and I’m grateful, too, for the sweet and spicy memories of that irrepressible Mother.
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:}> Whereas canning makes me just about certain I’m going to clobber the next person who walks into the kitchen! I think the verb “terrifies” belongs in most sentences that include the word “canning.”
That looks so good—I may have to try it next year! (Canning terrifies me. I’m always sure I’m gonna kill someone. But I succumb now and then myself.)