Ok. I’ll admit it, I was supposed to go berry picking first and THEN make my own jam. But who has time for that? As it was, it was an epic adventure just to find the damn strawberries — we stopped at no less than THREE fruit stands — and we paid Valentine’s Day prices for them. The ordeal was worth it, though. The strawberries we picked (out) were PERFECT. See what I mean?
Seriously, this was the THIRD stand we stopped at… my dad is the sweetest, most patient daddy in the whole world.
I couldn’t resist a taste. It was not a mistake.
The business of making jam was actually a lot of fun. My mom and I have cooked so much together that we are able to work like a seamless team in the kitchen — we always have fun! Here’s some pics of the process…
First we had to sterilize the jars… and then remove the stems from the berries.
Mashing berries — with a potato masher and then my hands!
We added pectin, sugar, and lemon juice. And then we stirred…
Then using my new canning tongs (impulse purchase that really ended up being clutch), I filled the jars. Isn’t it a beautiful color?
I sealed them up really tight and…
The finished product. I don’t mean to toot my own horn but TOOT TOOT!! The jam was delicious and Mom and I felt so successful that we are already discussing our next jam-making experience.
What do you think of the label? A classic throwback pic of our superstar Mother/Daughter team.
What a sense of accomplishment — not only did I complete #24 but I had fab doing it and am totally inspired to try some more jam recipes! And since #24 ended up being such a breeze, it inspires me to tackle some other numbers… purple hair? tattoo? Who knows what’s next!!