Taking the Time
I’ve been waiting and watching for raspberries to finally ripen here, while at the farmer’s market asking about availability and such. The ladies at one stand, that I like to frequent, mentioned that they usually just have a couple flats and they go fast! So I added the opening time to my calendar, with a reminder earlier in the day – and purchased their only two flats!
Therefore, this is what I did over the weekend:
Lots and lots of jam!
Of course there’s a bit of a back story — growing up in Washington state, there were berries everywhere. We would pick the wild blackberries, and my dad’s raspberries, and he would make jelly and jam for anyone, and everyone that would have it. I also remember visiting you-pick farms and gathering strawberries for jam as well. It’s all so good! Piece of toast, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, pancakes – anything you like sweet delicious jam on!
Fast forward to me with my own family, packing three lunches for my girls daily, Sophia likes plain cheese and bread, Emmalie like peanut butter & jelly, and Ella will eat anything. The thing with Emmalie is, she either has a super refined palate or she’s picky, but she only likes grandpa’s jam or the expensive little jars at the store. She can tell the difference, when I buy the cheap stuff!
And so, last year I set out to learn to make the jam, so my dad doesn’t have to ship it when we are out. I’m proud to say, it’s not hard, like most things, it’s just a matter of taking the time to actually do it! Each of the four batches I made this weekend took about an hour, and hopefully we will be stocked until next year when we can do it again.
What did you do this weekend?
Hope your week is off to a good start -