Yesterday I made jam. First time for me. Raspberry peach jam. It's a refrigerator jam. I do not have the equipment nor desire for water bath processing to keep my jam safe on the shelf. And refrigerator jam, like microwave fudge, jells nicely with my desire for instant gratification at times.
Ooo, microwave fudge, raspberry jam in the same sentence - there is a taste treat to figure out in there somewhere.
After that batch of jam went into it's jar, I cut up more peaches in preparation for another batch of jam this morning. Mind you, I should have been packing and preparing for another trip to Maine today. But when the days tend to start with "Did Mum wake up today?" what should be done isn't necessarily what gets done.
I've spent a lot of this past week taking care of shoulds. One big should is new roofs on rabbit hutches. Several of those hutch roofs will not last the winter. Power tools intimidate me. I grew up unschooled in power tools. Public education decreed I would learn to sew and cook, but no tooling around for girls. The men in my life ... well, that suited them just fine. So I never had to learn to use a drill. Oh, heck, even my hammering is a bit less than elegant. And my daughter will warn you: do not trust me with a tape measure.
You do know why women can't judge distances, right? Because men keep telling us this
| | is 6 inches.
But I have these bunnies and it is up to me to properly house them. Look at that face. Scowling power tools with dials and numbers and lost instructions are no match for the force of that amount of cute.
Besides, there is youtube. And now, while I am clearly still in need of much practice with my drill, I am no longer intimidated by it. That is a very good feeling.
Making jam is a treat for me. Not just the tastebud kind of treat, although this batch of cinnamon peach jam is chock full of Yum. Getting excited about making jam tells me I am processing those things which life foistered on me no matter how much I said NOOOOOO! They still hurt. I'm still grieving. But for the first time in months, I'm looking forward with a bit of a smile. And that's just jammin'.