Stephanie and I promised to teach Jill how to make jam, we just weren't sure when. Then, yesterday at the pool, between watching laps swam by somewhat reluctant children (some of them don't like to get up early), we decided it was the day.
Jill and I headed north to the berry farm. We picked up 45 pounds of sliced fresh strawberries and 2 flats of tayberries. (For Janet, who sadly couldn't join us but wanted strawberries all the same, we got 4 flats of strawberries as well). Jill's SUV smelled great as we drove home.
We settled into her spacious kitchen with tools assembled, aprons donned and empty jars in a row. Stephanie wasn't there yet when we started and it turned out that Jill, unfortunately, spent the entire day working steadily while Stephanie and I dashed in and out, taking children to dentist appointments and swim practice and who knows what all and then I had a hair appointment.
The problem with spontaneity is when you have other plans.
Jill soldiered on and the end results were noble columns of jewel toned jam jars, she had to clean up her sticky kitchen by herself and she got a blister from a burst of molten strawberry jam.
(I think Jill maybe got the worst end of the deal.)
She did learn something valuable though:
Mormons have a lot of sugar on hand.
Stephanie and I lugged over our enormous containers of sugar and Jill said, "This is sugar you just have...at your house?"
She ought to see our flour, our salt, our dried beans. Our wheat.
2 comments:
What nice friends you are to Jill!! The jam looks very yummy! I usually make freezer jam instead. You guys rock!
How nice that you got the strawberries already sliced. I have a super strawberry slicer, but it takes a lot of time.
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