So, to thwart any decidedly unlady like, unrefined, unruly habits that I may have picked up (inclusive of spitting far, drinking whisky, and driving with my hand on my crotch) I made jam this evening.There has been an explosion of raspberries all over the well leases, to the point where all you have to do is stick your hand out of the quad and its full of berries. (The fact that these bushes are now the favorite haunts of bears, evidence by the fuschia bear poop, will go unmarked.) So I took advantage of this and picked a pail full, and decided to complete one of my little life goals.. making jam!
It was great. I felt so.. ladylike. Sterilizing and sugaring and squishing and timing. My house smelled amazing.. hot raspberries and sugar steaming up all the windows. And now, I have 12 perfectly finished jars of jam. And at least the seeds clog up the crack in my teeth that I spit out of. Hot damn.
It was great. I felt so.. ladylike. Sterilizing and sugaring and squishing and timing. My house smelled amazing.. hot raspberries and sugar steaming up all the windows. And now, I have 12 perfectly finished jars of jam. And at least the seeds clog up the crack in my teeth that I spit out of. Hot damn.
1 comment:
How is it that you got all the skills?!
This gene pool of ours is wayyy unbalanced. *laugh*
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