theirs...mine For as long as I can remember, early June is jam making time. Strawberry jam. We would hunt down the best price at the markets, and mum would come home with flats of berries. It was a harried time. We would buy them, hull them, and mash them all up on the same day. Then we would cook it all up. Then we'd pour it off into jars and freeze it. As I was working with my chiclets alone this year it reminded me of our journey here. Toward a healthy lifestyle. A lot of work in a very short space of time. So that we can enjoy life better for a long while. It sure can be overwhelming at times. Everybody knows that the best strawberry jam is freezer jam. Just doesn't stay that vibrant red color unless you barely kiss it with heat and then turn it into a jamberry popsicle. Cooked strawberry jam-the kind you can store on your shelf-is a dull autumnal color. Nothing like summer. Unless it's been ravaged by coloring or worse. Jelloed. The whole o...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.