I am an incredibly blessed person. This isn't a new realization; on some level, I know this to be true daily. However, I do have days where I get sucked into a "me" depression spiral. Thankfully, these days are balanced by the knowledge that I serve a merciful and benevolent God who gives me all the grace I could possibly ask for. He's pretty incredible. Mad props to God, yo.
Meanwhile, under the cut, it's pretty image intensive. Watch out!
Random FYI: I'm the biggest dork EVER. I was doing a crossword at the pool today where #63 across was "spoke snake" and had 6 letters. My first thought? Parseltongue won't fit there. Answer: hissed. =P
Meanwhile, under the cut, it's pretty image intensive. Watch out!
I've spent the last two days with my very sweet and patient MIL making jam. There are lots of wild plum thickets down at our place in Childress, (aptly named Plum Creek) and the in-laws picked 2 five lb. buckets full of the tart fruit. I've been bugging MIL to show me how to make jelly or can vegetables for 9 years, now (I'm not sure why. Pleasant memories of my Granny's pickes, perhaps?).
Anyway, between the plum thickets and the peach trees (Who know we had those? Not me!) we canned 57 half-pint jars of plum jam and 6 jars of peach preserves. I broke my 'no sugar' rule for the first time in 16 months to taste them and they are SO GOOD. Truly. Anyone want some jam?

We started with this...

Then cook them...

Then strain the CRAP out of them...

Then add fruit pectin and a metric ton of sugar... boil...

Put it into jars...


Put the lids on... Place them in a boiling water bath for 10 minutes...

And this is the result. This isn't even all of them! It was lots of fun... Wish you'd been there, Jennifer!
Anyway, between the plum thickets and the peach trees (Who know we had those? Not me!) we canned 57 half-pint jars of plum jam and 6 jars of peach preserves. I broke my 'no sugar' rule for the first time in 16 months to taste them and they are SO GOOD. Truly. Anyone want some jam?
We started with this...
Then cook them...
Then strain the CRAP out of them...
Then add fruit pectin and a metric ton of sugar... boil...
Put it into jars...
Put the lids on... Place them in a boiling water bath for 10 minutes...
And this is the result. This isn't even all of them! It was lots of fun... Wish you'd been there, Jennifer!
Random FYI: I'm the biggest dork EVER. I was doing a crossword at the pool today where #63 across was "spoke snake" and had 6 letters. My first thought? Parseltongue won't fit there. Answer: hissed. =P
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My grandma had a bunch of that stuff, too. I wonder what happened to it all.
I don't eat bread, and I've been brainstorming for what I can eat this jam on. Maybe smear some peanut butter and jam on a banana? I'm still thinking.
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I just hope my aunt hasn't foisted off the antiques on my grandma's brother yet. That was the deal, since he was an antiques dealer in one of his past jobs (though it was dolls, not kitchen implements). Now he works in a forklift factory.
It cracked me up when the man who was all about his boots and cowboy hat started collecting antique dolls!
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The boots, hat & dolls paints quite a picture!