It has been a while--blame Dell.
Finally the farmers markets in San Francisco have lovely (non citrus) fruit. Last week I made "Mrs. Holt's Strawberry Preserves," a recipe from Mrs. Don S. Holt of Concord, N.C., published in Pickles and Preserves (1955).
The recipe calls for layering the berries and sugar in a kettle, then bringing to a boil. I wasn't careful enough in heeding the note that the first layer should be sugar--with a thick layer of sugar on the bottom of the pot, the sweet stuff cooks down to a liquid into which the berries sink. If any berry touches the bottom of the pan, the fruit burns before the sugar comes up to temperature.
Live and learn--in the end, I had to make two batches. The satisfying pop of the finished jars was worth it.
My camera is also broken, so here's a picture of Liz's pig.
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Congratulations! "The satisfying pop of the finished jars" must have sounded like a hearty thwack, an irrefutable rebuttal that closes the lid on the argumentative Excel formula bar once and for all.
In one of the posters of Tarantino's masterpiece Kill Bill, the tagline reads, "revenge is a dish best served cold." Some say it's a Klingon proverb, uttered in The Wrath of Khan; others attribute it to Pierre Choderlos de Laclos's 18th century novel Les Liaisons Dangereuses (Dangerous Liaisons). Either way, we hope to get a taste of those sweet revenges bottled up in your kitchen shelf.
Wouldn't it add a twist of irony if you're eventually forced to organize the jam recipes accumulated over the years in an Excel spreadsheet?
when are we going to the burmese place? also: you must speak burmese there.
Of course, I'd be glad to speak Burmese. But be careful. You don't know what I might say. I could, for instance, tell the waiter, "This girl likes her food really spicy. She lived in Mongolia for two years, Bangladesh for six months, and Indonesia for five weeks. Do your worst."
Let's go before I have to head out to Florida next month. Let's figure out a good day by email. (I don't have yours, so please send it to my primary account at earthlink.)
Glad it worked out and you didn't get yourself into a jam!
Here's the thing about jam: reading about it makes me hungry. Therefore, b/c I am all about swift problem-solving, I propose a jam tasting. I shall call it the Jam Prom. Formalwear required. Perhaps I shall buy you a corsage. What think you, RF?
Done and done. I shall make scones. You bring other foodish delights that go well with jam. We shall taste them...in July, after I've made a bunch of high-season jams.
Jam Prom? LOL! There ought to be a homecoming King and Queen for this event.
Um, hello, I am clearly the jam queen. King is TBD.
You may find yourself paired up with the so-called King of Pop, Michael Jackson, whose output includes a song called "Jam" (Album: Dangerous, 1991). :-O
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