The full-swing strawberry season is quickly winding down. We've got strawberries just starting to grow in our little garden but we've had other sources of strawberries lately.
We got these heavenly beauties from our organic farm share. I don't think I've ever tasted better quality strawberries before. They were perfectly ripe, juicy, tender, and red through and through. Piper and I gorged on them.
Piper and I decided to go strawberry picking one day. I had found a farm not too far from us. We were taken on a tractor with some other pickers to rows of strawberries. The rain had done a bit of damage and they were nearing the end of the season. However, we picked eight quarts.
Child labor
My helpful picker. She was pretty good and picking only the red berries.
Now what do you do when you have eight quarts of berries and not enough time or stomach capacity to eat them all before they rot?! Make jam, of course. My parents routinely made jam when I was growing up. I had assisted in making jam once before with my step-sister Kym but that was over 15 years ago. Above is the result (minus one jar I gave away) of two hours of labor. I was very concerned about them sealing well so I consulted three recipes and methods simultaneously. I was very pleased with the results.
So, so good.
2 comments:
I sooo want to learn how to make jam, is it tooo late to go strawberry picking??
We are home, got back at midnight last night. Carlee got her cast today.
Good for you! I am so sad that we missed those strawberries! Eat a lot extra for me :) We miss you tons!
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