The sloe gin I made back in 2002 or 3 or 4 is now a beautiful dark red and has been ready to drink for – well, who knows how long? How could I have forgotten it? Hidden in an old Johnny Walker tin at the back of a shelf for all this time deepening, darkening, becoming richer, more viscous, waiting for its rediscovery, then found last weekend and tasted.
A potion of nectarine delight.
My first and only bottle of sloe gin, made way back from sloes I gathered on a shrill October morning from a single blackthorn hedge at the entrance to the steep-down track to whistling sands. Tasted once and much too early (groagh!), then back-stored and laid forgotten until now.
Time to drink, time to make some more…
Firstly, gather sloes. Best done after first frost (by full moon), but I didn’t bother. The thorns of the blackthorn bush are long and sharp, you’ll prick your hands, bleed, but hopefully not too badly, be careful – you don’t want to taint your sloes. Gather enough to third-fill as many bottles of gin as you would afford to make.
Obtain cheap gin, any old gin will do – strength not quality for this, the sloe ferment will add both depth and flavour. Empty out a third of the bottle into some other bottle to leave room for the fruit. Two bottles of gin will make three bottles of sloe – me, the mathematical genius!
Wash and prick your sloes. Forgetting to prick mine I had afterwards to go in with a long wooden skewer, down inside the bottle, not easy - nor did I wash them, even letting some bits of leaf fall! What matter? What of harm will thrive in gin save misery?
Drop a quantity of washed, pricked, sloes into you gin bottles singly, each by each, until full.
Now pour in sugar. How much is up to you. The more sugar, the sweeter still the gin - I use only a little, three tablespoons, less, and none at all.
Shake well – but first screw tight the top!
Store in some cool, dark cupboard - or put at the back of a shelf and forget - shake every other day for a week. Then shake once a week for two months or until you forget about shaking.
When the sloe gin is beautiful and dark red, it’s ready to drink. The longer you keep the better it will become – months, years, a lifetime - sloe gin, magic done.
I wonder if I’ll ever even remember this batch… what batch?
What a coincidence. Sara made Sloe gin at the weekend. She was prompted to do this by memories of her late Grandfather who made SG every year. Sara was reminded of this when she attended a memorial service for her Grandmother in Hastings last week. Grandfather's SG was given as Christmas presents every year and was gratefully received. In honour of her Grandfather, Sara, her brother & her sister decided to resurrect the family tradition. They were not sure if they would find the spot where Grandfather had taken them as children to pick sloes. It is an area near Hastings known as the Fire Hills. What a wonderful name- sounds like something from Alan Garner. Sure enough, the bushes were still there. Sara described how they were soon picking the ripe fruit; chatting like kids about their gradually returning memories of 30 or 40 years ago. Alcohol is a preservative. I think Grandfather's gin has managed to preserve more than just the fruit. The SG will be given as Christmas presents this year. For members of the family, every sip will contain a memory.
ReplyDeleteMy Ma use to make sloe gin, she used to make sloe gin slings. We called them sloggers. Dear old Ma.
ReplyDeleteLloydy - you are welcome on this blog anytime - your comments continue to be posts in themselves.
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ReplyDeleteYummmm - reminds me a bit of hot mulled wine, and drinking it outside at Christmas time in the cold, all wrapped up!
Suggestion: pour a small amount of sloe gin into a flute glass, top with chilled champagne or cava, add a lemon twist to the glass. Bob's your uncle, a posh cocktail that's easy to make.
ReplyDeleteFor some reason I read the line 'wash and prick your sloes' as 'wash and pick your nose' - keeps happening to me.
ReplyDeleteI agree that lloyd's comments are great. You need to blog lloydy.