This past Friday night I fell into bed feeling a little bit sorry for myself. It had been a long week; I'm still dealing with a lot of emotional junk. I had also made up my mind a long time ago that I really wanted to go pick strawberries this year. I had hoped my sister would go with me but she was in Florida on the longest vacation known to mankind (I only say that because I'm super jealous of the eight days her family spent schlepping around Disney World). I knew that the strawberry season was drawing to a close so I put out a frantic invite on facebook - please won't somebody go strawberry picking with me tomorrow? Due to my last minute planning & the fact that I wanted to leave by 8:30 in the morning, I didn't have any takers. But of course as I was wallowing that night I didn't think through those facts. I just felt like a loser who wanted to do loser stuff that nobody else wanted to do. Please tell me I'm not the only one who throws these little fits? Someday I've got to grow up.
Saturday dawned bright & beautiful so after a quick run at the track (I'm really trying to get back into this habit - even if it kills me!) I decided I was going to go strawberry picking alone. So I did. I grabbed my iphone, my earbuds, some cash & I hit the road. I decided to get the 10 lb. box to fill up & I set off down my row.
|You think maybe those beauties were a teensy tiny bit dirty?|
|Look at all that yumminess! |
This is when I started wishing for more counter space.
After they dried off for a bit I put them in the fridge because Saturday's To Do List did not allow time for jam making. I was hoping I could fit it in Sunday afternoon (after I consulted two experts, Joyce & Roxi, for jamming tips!).
|Looks yummy, doesn't it?|
Then I used a wide mouth funnel to get the strawberry goodness into the jars. This is when I made the hugest mess. I should not be trusted in the kitchen. It's a wonder I didn't have strawberry jam in my ear or on the ceiling. Oy.
|Voila! Six jars of Splenda goodness &|
eleven jars of sugary goodness!
I popped the lids on the jars & then carted them down to the freezer. So far we haven't actually tried it. My dad probably had some with his lunch today (he's a pb&j man through & through!) & we have a jar of store bought jam I feel morally obligated to finish first. Then we'll have a go on our own jam & see how it is. I'm kind of excited *grin*
And the berries might be good even this coming weekend. Anybody wanna go pick some?