�September 27, 2016
Talk about being under pressure.
Six batches of jam done, four more before the sun goes down, and a garage full of fruit left to go.
As these billowing clouds of steam fill the kitchen, I ask myself�why on earth�we've preserved this autumn ritual. I mean, seriously...can't we just trust it to the experts like Mrs. Smucker and Mr. E.D. Smith?�
Then it occurs to me that it's about much more than sticky fruit. As the days get shorter, it's really the warm sunlight, the sweet smell of ripe fruit on the tree and the long summer days themselves that we're hoping to capture in those jars.
And of course, it's always about the free Bernardin facial. That's the real secret to this dewy complexion of mine...it's actually half pectin.
