A couple months back (when the weather was still ridiculously hot) my sister Jenny was out visiting for a week. One of the highlight activities of her trip here was a jammin' session with our good friend, Shawn. The fruits of our labor yielded tons of jam, and I found yet another new hobby! Jenny and I found plenty of jam puns while we worked (which I have completely forgotten now) and managed to spend the whole afternoon with Shawn talking girl talk.
We look like a Williams Sonoma ad here, because, well, we are that good. Probably the fact we had those nifty green aprons on and we are standing in Shawn's to die for kitchen didn't hurt either. We got back to some real cooking and honest to goodness wholesomeness. My farm dwelling great grandmother would have been proud (even more proud when I made the buttermilk biscuits the next day to go with it). She probably didn't have a kitchen quite so well equipped in her day.
I got ambitious and stocked up on organic raspberries in the freezer. Now all I need is the water bath, the jars, the pectin, the rack and the special holder thing. But other than that, I am set. I am ready to jam. Jenny would say that it's more like I am in a jam. I have flagged the Ball website for my husband... We shall see.