I did some honest work today; I made some jam -- two batches of raspberry jam. There IS something so fulfilling about making jam. I like the process -- the smell and color of the fruit while it is cooking. I love how beautiful the jam looks in the jars. I also LOVE the color red.
Look at these jars -- they KNOW they look good.
My kids are wild about raspberry jam -- it's one of their weaknesses. I WILL have to hide some for a rainy day -- it is like candy for them. Who wouldn't be wild about jam when it comes from such a luscious fruit -- I even have a teenie bit of guilt eating raspberries because they are soooooo good.
I am sure I helped my mom prepare the fruit for jam when I was a young girl, but I didn't make jam by myself until I was in my 30's. I was living on acreage in California and we had wild blackberries on our property. A friend from church, Terry Swarbrick, came home and taught me how. That blackberry jam -- even with all its seeds tasted so wonderful to me and I was hooked on making jam.
Ten cups of fruit and an obscene amount of sugar yielded me 11 half-pints and 2 pints.
There is no recipe today -- I just used the recipe on the pectin jar. I just wanted to show off my jars.