Yesterday, I had had it. Had it with the grey skies dumping rain on us. Rain, Rain, Rain. Grey, Grey, Grey. Blech. I feel like Summer is teasing us, taunting us with its sun/rain/drizzle/grey cloud repertoire. On top of it we are out of jam. Well we are out of the jam the kids will eat. We still have plenty of plum rhubarb, because apparently this is not good? Too tart? I don’t know. I love the plum rhubarb, but it tends to mold when I open it because I’m the only one who eats it and apparently I don’t eat that much jam.
And while I love the rhubarb/plum. Strawberry is my favorite. My most favorite jam. It’s true, and I save it the longest for the Grey times when we need the color and spark of Strawberry. The time for strawberry jamming has come and gone (mid May to June) but the strawberries have yet to show up on flats at the farmer’s market, the local U-picks have yet to open. And as usual The Burrow’s own strawberries, lack…..berries or even blooms.
I know it looks like there is sun in this picture, but it is a lie. Lie. Lie. It rained, rained, rained after I took this picture.
But behold! The freezer! It yieldeth 2 quarts of frozen berries. Even those who love to jam like me, get a little tired in the jamming months of jamming and I have found from year to year that jamming during the Grey time is just what I need to lift my spirits so freezing a few quarts of strawberries is a go to move. And so it did yesterday. I dug through the canning shelves, full of empty jars this time of year, for my favorite jam jars, and got to work.
Colors! Ruby Red, so pretty, and yummy looking and the bubbles are warming me up as I write this in a house in the Valley where I still have the heat on! The heat! sigh. But look warm, and pretty and oh so tasty. I was even able to convince someone else to help me in the endeavor with some new labels (card stock and crayon high-tech labels).
Pretty labels for our jam, although I’m not sure how long we will need the labels, as we have already popped the first of the five jars open for toast and sandwiches today. But look another picture of warm water, oh to be a jam jar in a warm bubbling bath. I’m almost warm…nope. Still wearing my uggs and sweatpants and sweatshirt, with the heater on! But then, I do have five glorious jars of strawberry jam on my shelves now.
Okay I have four jars on my shelf, and one in the fridge. Yummy! and almost Warm.
*Strawberry Fields forever-The Beatles