I am off work today so Carolyn and I went to Walnut Drive Gardens and got some red and black raspberries. They were beautiful it was a shame to eat them! One of our daughter in law’s favorite jam is triple berry made with strawberries, black and red raspberries. I don’t do anything fancy just follow the directions with the pectin package. When you crush the berries and start to cook them down the smells are outrageous. I remember helping my Grandmother can jams when I was a child and this always brings back those great memories. It is like she is next to me when I am doing this. So now we have Granddaughters who will be finding out if they like the triple berry jam soon! I put up 28 jars. Can everyone guess what they will be getting for Christmas? Oh and no Kennedy as usual did not help, but he did lay on the floor in the way.
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Kim – you’re amazing. That pot of boiling berries is one of the coolest pictures I have ever seen. Is the smell outrageous in a good way or in a strange sort of mixture way? I think it is so cool to see what a hard day’s work can produce. You’ll have that great jam all winter long when there’s no way you could get as good of a taste from store bought stuff.
What could be bad about strawberries and raspberries cooking down in sugar. The smell is out of this world. I was eating berries the whole time and having to taste test more than required because the smell was killing me.
Ha – that’s what I assumed but you know I’ve never smelled three types of berries boiling down into jam before. Very fun!
Beautiful! We’ll see how many of those jars make it until Christmas!
If you’re good I will save you one.
Kim, I love all the jars lined up. That looks so beautiful. I know how good your jams are. I think you meant 27 jars. I know one has GP’s name on it right now, if I show him this picture! “Hey hon, I’d like a little of that jam Kim maded…”
I also have one in the fridge that did not get canned that was the pot scrapings from each batch. I think it is cracker and jam time.
Carolyn, where is that spell check? I hit too many buttons.
Those pictures are so beautiful that they border on food porn. I can practically smell the fruit from our couch – or maybe you just have your windows open and I actually can smell it?!
Actually Tom you may have been really smelling the fruit!! Carolyn mentioned that with the exhaust fan on in the kitchen you could smell it outside!
You’re bringing us a jar, right?
Maybe!!
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Sounds good to me!