The country is falling apart. I’m having the most stressful week since last April. I nearly said of my life. Jeez. Anyway, you can tell something is seriously amiss with the world, because I made jam. This is quite possibly the most domestic thing I have done in about 10 years and not only that, but it was premeditated.
My friend Tech happened to encourage me to have a go on Twitter one day and so I bought a book (which is great) and a pan and some jars. I fully intended to go up to our local PYO but then our car was off the road for two weeks and? by the time I could go, they had no strawberries left. And strawberries looked the easiest. But then good old Millets Farm provided the goods and once I tracked down the jam sugar (sold out all over!) I decided it was time.
Incredibly simple to do, very nerve-racking. My pan was a bit small, so boiling was scary. Next time, apron and shoes 😆
When it was finally finished, I was not at all sure it was setting, but I left it overnight and this morning it is great. Not hard jam, but not runny, tastes lovely and tangy but sweet enough and has had the thumbs up from all the girls and Max. Max said he’d be really pleased if he’d made it.
I don’t know why I don’t do these things. Somewhere along the line all the plans I had to be that sort of mother and person fell apart. I enjoyed it. I’d enjoy all sorts of other similar things too. I don’t make cakes or parties or try hard enough. But this worked and so I am going to have a go at a few other similar things.
I have awarded myself a Prairie Muffin Level One badge 😀 I am so pleased with myself.