So, I did it. I made strawberry jam with fresh-from-the-farm, picked-’em-myself strawberries.
My mother makes strawberry jam every year (just about). I don’t think I tasted the store-bought variety until I slept over at a friend’s house when I was seven or eight years old. (And I didn’t like it. It was way too sweet and tasted nothing like real strawberries.)
But, as a child, I recall that there was what looked like a fair amount of work involved in picking enough strawberries and preserving enough bottles of jam to get us through until the next picking season. Continue reading