I have tried to convince myself of this since I was a child. Now, as an adult living with four sticky children, "a wanna be full-time farmer" husband, and a sometimes sticky dog, I still don't believe it.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Ladies In Red
Beautiful, bountiful summer berries:
(For those of you that don't make jam this is just the skim from the top and not what the jam itself looks like!)
Nothing makes me feel more accomplished than putting up some jam for the harsh winter to come. Maybe I can get Seneca to play with her corn husk doll among the baskets of winter squash in the attic.
Nice work, Ma. Call me when you roast the pig's tail.
When I was a kid watching my grandma make jam, I'd always beg to eat the pink foam. I imagined that it would taste like strawberry Cool Whip. It did not.
A runner's creed: I will win; if I cannot win, I shall be second; if I cannot be second, I shall be third; if I cannot place at all, I shall still do my best.
Death is beautiful when seen to be a law, and not an accident - It is as common as life. ~Henry David Thoreau, 11 March 1842, letter to Ralph Waldo Emerson
As a child I would sit on my hands, palm side up, to try to get the sticky off them. This was especially important to do after eating an orange. Then in the next breath I would pour Elmer's glue all over my palm, spread it thinly, and wait for it to dry. Once it was dry I would carefully peel it off and then bury it in the flower pot outside. I've learned to use soap and warm water, my oldest son has a fascination with glue, I still can't find pants that "fit", I would like to burn all socks and bras (except of course those that I wear to run), and if I didn't run everyday I would need to be medicated, heavily, with either Prozac or chocolate. Then I really would have a difficult time finding pants that fit.
5 comments:
All I can say is "awesome"!!!!!! I would happy to sample that jam for you if you need me to.
All my berries were eaten (by my family.) I had none to put up. Maybe we will have to go picking somewhere!
BTW: Beautiful jam! I meant to say that the first time.
These pics are making me hungry.
Nice work, Ma. Call me when you roast the pig's tail.
When I was a kid watching my grandma make jam, I'd always beg to eat the pink foam. I imagined that it would taste like strawberry Cool Whip. It did not.
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