By which I mean: making jam. I like to rock out to Bob Marley, too, but really this is about JAM. I love jam. A lot. When I was a kid, my mum used to make freezer jam for us. I have not-so-fond memories of heading out to berry farms to do some U Pick. Ugh, U Pick is the worst, you guys. Now that I’m an adult, and I make my own jam (I can, because I live in a small condo, and my freezer is not huge), I don’t waste any time picking my own berries. I mean, if you work five days a week, and plan to spend one full day standing in front of a stove with three burners running, you probably don’t want to spend your one remaining day of “rest” picking berries, is my feeling. So this weekend I drove myself out to Langley and bought some gorgeous BC strawberries.
And I jammed it up, so now I’m all set for strawberries through till next year! Next up: raspberries!