Makin’ Jam   1 comment

When Sarah showed up with two flats of strawberries, it seemed a pity to waste any of them.  So I gave one to Marion, and in exchange, she invited me over to do some . . . jamming.

I have made jam, but it’s been many years.  I did seem to remember that it’s a lot of work . . . and I was right.  Here I am, stemming strawberries.  Lots and lots of strawberries.

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And here is the end result.

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I had some on toast, and it set up nicely and tastes wonderful.  We’ll have jam all winter.

Not a bad way to spend a day, but it gave me renewed respect for our foremothers who spent days in the kitchen — without air conditioning — canning the produce of their gardens.  Billy tells me his mother Irma canned everything — when she wasn’t milking the cow and making butter and cottage cheese.

The good old days . . . I’m happy with my good new days!

 

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Posted September 6, 2015 by stablewoman in Uncategorized

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  1. That looks like a lot of fun, Roberta and Marion! The jars look so colorful and cheery!

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