If you are one of our seven nearest and dearest, a jar of jam is coming to you soon. It's a little runny, but it still tastes pretty great. Or at least that's what you'll tell me. Because making jam is a fucking production.
[edited to add: OK, I'm calling it strawberry sauce. Put it on your ice cream. Or pancakes. Or just eat it with a spoon. I'm done crying about it.]
Fifteen cups of strawberries waiting to be cleaned.
Halfway there.
The recipe says 13 c. strawberries and 6 c. of sugar. I did 15 c. of strawberries and 5 c. of sugar. Maybe that's why they didn't quite set up? Also, the recipe said I'd get ten jars, but I only got eight. I bought a pack of twelve Ball jars. You can bet I have some plans for the remaining four.
You can kinda see the boiling pan of jar lids, funnel and canning tongs in the background. The other two burners were boiling a giant roasting pan full of jars. I could have performed surgery in my kitchen with the level of sterility I was rocking.
Filled and awaiting their final boil.
Final boil.
Halfway there.
The recipe says 13 c. strawberries and 6 c. of sugar. I did 15 c. of strawberries and 5 c. of sugar. Maybe that's why they didn't quite set up? Also, the recipe said I'd get ten jars, but I only got eight. I bought a pack of twelve Ball jars. You can bet I have some plans for the remaining four.
You can kinda see the boiling pan of jar lids, funnel and canning tongs in the background. The other two burners were boiling a giant roasting pan full of jars. I could have performed surgery in my kitchen with the level of sterility I was rocking.
Filled and awaiting their final boil.
Final boil.
1 comment:
I am poking around the 'net, trying to come up with a creative idea for favors for my wedding and wanting to use ball jars for some peach jam and I came across your blog entry "jammin." When I read that "making jam is a fucking production" I laughed out loud. How refreshing to read such a funny word on a blog...love it! I will be reading more often!
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