Saturday, February 26, 2011

Teaching me to fish


For my entire life I have eaten homemade jam. I am embarrassed to say that growing up I don't think I really knew how jars and jars of homemade jam appeared in our freezer, I was just happy to consume it. Somehow I was oblivious to the what I'm sure were many hours spent in the kitchen making this jam. And then I moved away from home...what was I going to do when I wanted a good old fashion peanut butter and jelly sandwich? I couldn't eat store bought jam or jelly! Really, I couldn't. Eating homemade jam all my life made me hate that stuff. Lucky for me I had a wonderful mom and a fantastic sister-in-law who kept me stocked with jam for the four years I lived in Utah. Since we have been in Iowa, we regularly raid mom and dad's freezer so that I can have peanut butter and jelly every day for lunch. Yeah, I'm weird.

Well I guess my mom finally decided that giving me a fish only feeds me for a day, and it was time to teach me to fish so I could feed myself. :) She and my dad came out to our place last night and among other things taught me how to make jam. It actually wasn't as hard as I assumed it would be!
The master herself, teaching me her ways.
My assigned work station. Mom said I was slow at filling the jars, but I think I did alright for my first time haha.
Waiting for the rest of the jar lids to arrive.

I'm so excited about all the strawberry jam we have now. Thanks for teaching me, I might need a refresher course though. :)Align Center


  1. Haha. I'm in need of some jam myself. I haven't had pb & j in forever bc we have no homemade jam!

  2. I am amazed that you found good berries to make your jam in February. I think Mara was there the first time Caleb and I made our own jam in Oregon. It really is an invaluable skill. Good work. :-)