There was once a dream of the perfect blueberry sorbet. Deliciously intense flavour, luxuriously smooth texture. Purity in frozen decadence.
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So as was promised back in March, we have come back to achieve a blueberry sorbet worthy of the White Mountain itself. In late Summer, the Scottish highlands are swarming with sweet and tasty blaeberries. While resembling a small version of the American blueberry, the European variety (known as bilberries in England and myrtilles in France) are sweeter with a more intense flavour and dark flesh. Naturally, they should make a better sorbet. But the season is short and they’re generally only found in the wild.
After missing last year’s season, we have been anxiously waiting for a blaeberry report, ready to drop everything at a moment’s notice to rush to the hills and start picking and cranking. Finally, Nick mentioned that his housemates had been picking blaeberries near their farmhouse in Fala, about 30 miles south of Edinburgh. I eagerly phoned Big D and insisted he cut his weekend plans short and hightail it to Scotland.
We grabbed the bus on a wet Sunday afternoon and headed to Nick’s place. From there, we went as a group of 5 to a hill nearby where blaeberries were known to frequent. There among the heather patches, the blaeberry bushes stood low to the ground, hiding their precious payload from the rain. We all crouched down and about an hour and a half later were satisfied with our haul. We didn’t measure, but I reckon we had about three pounds of berries in the end.
Back in the farmhouse, Big D and I set about to the finger-staining task of producing a pure and flavourful juice from the berries. We started by crushing them.
We then added a little sugar syrup before heating them gently with the hopes of bringing the flavours out of the skins.
Once the purÃ©e was warm, we forced it through a sieve to separate the skins.
Then we ladled the juice a scoop at a time into a muslin cloth and squeezed it through, this time discarding the seeds.
The colour was amazing, everything in the vicinity was turning a dark reddish purple.
In the end we had a little over a litre of slightly sweetened blaeberry juice. We started adding more sugar syrup until the mixture reached 1.6 litres. I had made the sugar syrup extra dense (5 parts sugar to 4 parts water instead of 1 to 1) because I wanted to reduce the amount of water in the mix and allow for more flavour from the fruit. Still, at 1.6 litres we were still around 13Âº BaumÃ© (the general target for a sorbet is about 17Âº). We dissolved in a few more tablespoons of sugar and managed to bring the BaumÃ© up to between 14Âº and 15Âº. The mix tasted good and we didn’t want to keep bringing up the total volume since that would mean a lower concentration of blaeberry, so we decided to just go with the low BaumÃ© and see how it turned out.
The sorbet froze quicker than normal sorbets, which wasn’t a big surprise with the lower BaumÃ©. We were anxious so served it right up.
The sorbet went down a treat. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the intense flavour, and the texture was smooth and clean in spite of the low BaumÃ©. We were thrilled, and before long the entire room was filled with blue-teethed sorbet lovers.
Mary-Ann brought an amazing lemon drizzle cake, which was the perfect accompaniment.