Jam Preserves Recipes
My childhood returned to me last week in the form of a brown paper
package on my front porch. It contained a book full of recipes straight
out of great grandma's Michigan kitchen—from my mother with love. Small
notes about long ago hair appointments, the state of the weather, and
making strawberry jam with a small red-haired girl were scribbled in the
margins.She lies in a nursing home bed now, not far from her once pristine
farmhouse. Her fingers and mind crippled from time passing. Yet reading
her recipes and the notes in the margins brings back sweet memories.Every June, my fingers red and sweet from gathering berries in the
sun, I sat on a rickety stool that threatened to topple if I wiggled too
much, and watched my great grandma make magic. With the precision of
the finest machine, she rinsed and chopped the fruit before grinding
them to a juicy mush with the potato masher. She then dumped the entire
bowl into a huge steel pot on the stove with a mound of pure white sugar
and a box of pectin.
Jam Preserves Recipes
Jam Preserves Recipes
Jam Preserves Recipes
Jam Preserves Recipes
Jam Preserves Recipes
Jam Preserves Recipes
Jam Preserves Recipes
Jam Preserves Recipes
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