KDinTexas
Regular Member
A neighbor gave me 3 1-gallon freezer bags 3/4 full of mulberries. Today, I'm going to make a mullberry cobbler for sure. I've never made anything else with them. I guess I can coffee cakes and muffins too. I have no clue.
How much is 3 gallons of fruit? I always thought gallons were a liquid weight.3 1-gallon freezer bags
The freezer bags are gallon-sized. I don't know how much the mulberries weigh.I'd probably make some jam and some chutney, then freeze the rest for future delights!
How much is 3 gallons of fruit? I always thought gallons were a liquid weight.
Then take them out and weigh them. Just plonk the bag on a scale and see how much it weighs; if it's (for example) 10 lbs, then you can cut it in four and have 2½ lbs each piece.The freezer bags are gallon-sized. I don't know how much the mulberries weigh.
I'd probably make some jam and some chutney, then freeze the rest for future delights!
How much is 3 gallons of fruit? I always thought gallons were a liquid weight.
Berries are commonly sold in pints and occasionally quarts here in NE USA so they may be sold in gallons as well. Recipes sometimes uses these 'liquid' measure as well. 3 gal x 3/4 = 9 pints or 2 gals, 1 pint---assuming direct comparison.Then take them out and weigh them. Just plonk the bag on a scale and see how much it weighs; if it's (for example) 10 lbs, then you can cut it in four and have 2½ lbs each piece.
Maybe she doesn't have a scale?Then take them out and weigh them. Just plonk the bag on a scale and see how much it weighs; if it's (for example) 10 lbs, then you can cut it in four and have 2½ lbs each piece.
Berries are commonly sold in pints and occasionally quarts here in NE USA so they may be sold in gallons as well. Recipes sometimes uses these 'liquid' measure as well. 3 gal x 3/4 = 9 pints or 2 gals, 1 pint---assuming direct comparison.
In my part of North Shore Long Island, mulberry trees grew occasionally curbside and when people parked their cars under them their only recourse, when it was time to pick up their commuter husbands at the rail station, was to drive, semi-blindly, to Stan Buckowski's Mobil station, where I, teenage pump jockey, had to laboriously scrub dozens of windshields--"Right now or I'll be late!"--lickety-split or jiggety-jig. They almost never tipped. God, I hated mulberry trees.