I’ve had a pretty crappy summer with some mishaps at work that made me stressed, overheated, and angry. So I slept most weekends, or sewed things to calm down. What didn’t happen was canning much in the way of jams and preserves. It’s a hot business that keeps you on your feet for a couple of hours. Was not in the mood, to put it mildly.
Now that the weather is crisp (finally) I got guilted into doing some canning.
Guilted by remarks like this:
“oh, my family really looks forward to those jams you make for the holidays”
“we save those jams you make for the weekend and eat them with cheese and crackers and a good wine”
“what flavors of jam are you making this year?”
I suspect a plot. Continue reading Pear, meet jar