Grand Slam Communication
I made blackberry jam earlier this summer.
There are a zillion little plastic jars in the freezer.
They are getting in the way.
I need to put them all in a box to keep them organized.
I probably should have done that yesterday.
A jar of jam burst in the freezer.
It was blocking the door from shutting properly.
And it got squished.
Yeah, that was a terrible, sticky mess.
The freezer needed to be cleaned anyway.
And now the jam jars are secured in a box.
When we left California, I was sad to leave my peach tree behind.
I knew I would miss the heavenly smell of the peach jam that I would prepare every summer.
However, blackberries grow very well here in Texas.
And who knew?
Blackberries are so much easier to work with than peaches because you don’t have to peel and pit them.
I feel a little bit Little House on the Prairie with all of this talk about blackberry jam.
Technically, I do live in a little house, and I do live on the prairie.
But I am very happy to say that I do not own a sunbonnet.
I wore my Dodgers cap and yoga pants to go berrying.
My clothes would have scandalized Laura’s Ma.
That makes me fabulous instead of dorky.
Right?