JAM not JELLY

Have I ever mentioned the wonderful-ness of JAM?

In my extensive PB&J making career, I've found that jam is sooo much nicer than jelly 

at 6 a.m.  Jelly plops out of the jar and rolls around uncooperatively on the

bread, reluctant to spread - so annoying. 

Did your kid ever do that limp thing? You know, when you're holding their sweaty little hand 

and trying to lead them and they just fall to the ground, boneless?

Many aspects of raising small children are happily left behind!

Anyway, I'm thinking of that when the jelly really rebels,

and I find myself wishing I had bought easy-spreading  jam instead. *

 So for the first time ever, when faced with a gift of three heaping pints of blackberries, 

I MADE JAM! 

It wasn't very hard to do, but it is certainly hard to resist just eating it with a spoon.

I must be a grown up girl now - finding out about jam and hot flashes** in the same summer!

I'm trying to resist discussing biscuits right now. ***

Last week I shopped a farm-style fleamarket (complete with Amish)

and scored these peaches.**** Excuse me, they're Georgia peaches - this seems to be

key to jam making. At least that's what my More Experienced Friend says. 

And so after leaving them in the hot car for a few days, oops, and having newly acquired a 

Jam Confidence, my google searches turned up a recipe for

peach butter. Say that a few times. Accent the 'u'. Now you want some too, don't you?

Just trot yourself on over here, because there are jars in my fridge to share!

And bring some biscuits!

**** They look slimy, don't they! That's because they are. The whole boiling water/ice water thing

was amazing. The peels, at least my peels did not just "slide off like a coat", but still

they were easy to peel and left behind the shiniest, slimy peaches. 

It was a little yucky, I must say.

***You Kitchen Divas will just hate this, but I don't think any biscuit could be

much better than a KFC biscuit. I know! Processed, white flour, glutens galore (human hair???) -

but so soft inside and salty buttery outside. If a teenager was awake around here,

he'd probably be sent on a biscuit run right now!

**I think I'm too young for hot flashes. Hot flashes deserve their own post.

*Do you see yourself in this boneless, jelly-like rebel child? I certainly do, spiritually, for sure!

How many times has He tried to lead me toward something good, which may look quite bad,

 and I fall to the ground in an unwilling, struggling heap? So many times!

And yet, His patience is infinite, His mercy bottomless.

And so for encouragement to be more like JAM and less like JELLY

this   and   this   and   this.