The Madness Begins

I can't believe I haven't posted about this yet!

I had my first jam session last Friday. (No, not the two-days-ago Friday, the one before that. Like I said, I can't believe I haven't posted.)

I'd put the question out on my moms' forum to see if anyone was interested in jammin'. (Of course I also explained that we'd be making strawberry jam so as to not confuse anyone who would show up with a guitar or drum set.) The response was so great that I quickly realized there was no way to be able to have this little session at my house.

Small kitchen + great vats of boiling water and sugary syrup + six women = Time to resort to Plan B

Plan B was renting the industrial kitchen at Centennial Park. Friday night everyone showed up - berries and pots in hands. A little over three and half hours later, we left with five pints of jam each and the memories of a very fun, very laugh-filled Friday night. I brought a couple of loaves of fresh French bread. Everyone dug in and enjoyed fresh jam on bread. Really. Is there anything yummier?

I have to say that I'm a bit apprehensive about just how many batches of jam I'll be able to can this summer. My feet were aching, my belly was a bit crampy and my fingers were swollen. We'll see how this all works out once the real heat hits. That or next time I wear Crocs instead of sneakers.

I was so busy helping the four novice and one semi-pro jam-makers, I didn't get too many pictures. Next time I'm wearing my camera.