Monday, September 20, 2010
I'm making jam....A LOT of jam, 52 pints to be exact. I don't make 52 pints to give away to friends and family, NO that's how much jam we eat EVERY. SINGLE. YEAR. Can I say that I dread this job? I dread the mess and I dread the time it takes, so I am unfortunately very distractable.
"Kris, want to go to the Roller Derby bout?" YES!!! Pick me up in an hour (4 jars made that day.)
I should chop plums.....ummmmm, maybe I should check on my scrabble words first, and I don't feel guilty a bit, after all it IS the sabbath. (0 jars made that day)
Then today I really did get down to business, and it was crunch time...if you've ever made jam, you know what crunch time is. It's when your jars are hot, your lids are hot, and your jam is hot. You have to work quickly to get everything together before things cool off too much. So I'm moving fast and look up and see blond bubble head chicken strolling across my kitchen floor (freshly mopped, by the way.) "YOU DON'T BELONG IN HERE!!!"
Seriously, if the kids didn't insist on eating plum jam...I'd really consider giving up.