I rope my poor mom into all kinds of food-related adventures. I’ve never asked if she enjoys them or not. I’m afraid she’ll say no, so I just keep on pretending that she does.
Back in May, she texted me a picture of some lovely strawberries she’d picked at a local orchard. “Wish you were here so I could share,” she wrote. I subtly responded with, “Let’s make jelly!” And so the planning began. I was secretly glad. I’ve become quite the food snob. There are several things I refuse to purchase at the grocery store and jelly is one. It simply must be homemade. I had long run out of strawberry preserves and was running low on blackberry jelly.
Now my mom and I differ when it comes to stuff like this. I enjoy the process. I like to make a batch here and a batch there. She likes to get it done. So in two days we made 4 batches of strawberry and 5 batches of blackberry.
The strawberry was much easier to make than the blackberry. We simply washed the berries.
And solicited some help pushing a button.
Then started the cooking and canning process. We’d finish one batch and move right into another.
The blackberry was a bit more involved and required some muscle.
But once they were juiced, it fell into the same routine as the strawberry.
We stood back and admired our work. I was pleased. I know my dad was pleased. My sister was especially pleased because she scored jelly and didn’t have to do any work. I know my mom was pleased to have her kitchen back. Enjoy it mom – there will be another food-related adventure in the near future.