Jam

We rose early this morning, and I decided it was high time to make our jam. Strawberry jam.

So I cut up the strawberries and rinsed them like they were dirty little buggers.

Boiled the jars and told only clean jokes to make sure they were sanitized.
Stirred an insane amount of sugar into the strawberries and lemon juice....and dropped a bit of the pectin on the floor. Whoops. (And I didn't swear! I'm so proud of myself.)
Remembered that I had to put paraffin wax on top of the jam to preserve it, and scrambled like a mad woman to melt it.
And then....

Jam. It suffers from a severe case of floating fruit and I thought it was too watery, but it set and can be stirred.

I am Suzy Homemaker. Look at me in my apron and pearls! Dang, fine, I'll admit it. I'm still in my p.j.'s.

We went to the Farmers' Market

...in St. Norbert, and I totally forgot my camera. I probably wouldn't have been able to take pictures since I was balancing chocolate milk on top of my tea while holding onto Izzie and feeding her strawberries. But we made away like bandits!
Lots of strawberries. I think it might be time to make jam. And since I've never made jam before, it should be interesting.

Dinner! Phil is excited for the bison sausage, and I'm excited to try Swiss chard for the first time.

Huh, lots of firsts today. I'll let you know how they both turnout.