We have our settled roles in the cooking: I wash the jars, skim the foam, pour the jam, then later seal the jars (when I can!). Jim brings the fruit out from the freezer (raspberries from our yard and apricots we buy and chop up in the summer), lets it thaw, mashes it, puts everything together, and stirs. We both get out the ingredients and measuring things.
This year we made four batches of the apricot-raspberry. We have enough blackcurrants to make blackcurrant jelly, but this is enough jamming for one weekend.
The week also included the election of course and the amazing sense of hope and possibility of change that followed. May those feelings last long and spark a movement to bring us out the short-term profit-for-me-thinking world. I confess to getting teary as the results came in. Sad about California's Prop 8 and its nasty relatives in other states, but for the first time feel like it's only a matter of time before this kind of archaic thinking is a thing of the past. It's going to be so hard, though, with so damn many things just *wrong* right now for so many people. I won't go on about this because so many other have so much more eloquently, but at last there's a feeling that there may be some way out.
Hope. We be jamming.
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