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| Strawberry Jam: A Sure Sign of Spring |
Just Because You Can, Doesn’t Mean
You Should
I
married a dairy farmer and soon learned that one of my major responsibilities
as a farm wife would be to can and preserve fruits and vegetables for the
coming winter. Having avoided these
activities for my first twenty-five years, I was apprehensive of the tasks at
hand. To my surprise, my initial
experience proved a joy rather than a chore!
As
our strawberry patch began to show signs of a harvest, my husband of just six
months had a hint he was fond of using.
“Soon, you’ll be able to make strawberry jam!” When the day arrived, I rolled up my sleeves,
gritted my teeth, and plunged into my duty.
As I stood stirring the thickening jam, I remembered Grandma Nelson –-
or rather, Grandma Nelson’s Back Porch. There was an old manual washing machine in
the room we referred to as the Back Porch. Grandma had been afflicted with a stroke and
her ten children shared the burden of caring for her in her own home. I can remember my mother washing clothes in
that old machine when we stayed with Grandma after her stroke. My favorite part of Grandma’s Back Porch was an upright freezer. On the racks inside its door were bottles of
strawberry jam. I can’t recall what
other treats it contained; probably a trout or two from Teton Creek and some
frozen corn. I remember opening the
freezer door and touching the jars with my fingertips. I would hold my fingers against the glass
until the frost melted and tiny windows revealed the red goodies within. Mom would catch me and growl at me for
keeping the freezer door open, just as I now growl at my children for similar offenses!
I
make strawberry jam every year. Whether
I have five jars in my freezer or twenty-five, I complete the ritual. It has become a tradition for me. In a way, it helps to preserve my memory of
Grandma, and of Grandma’s house, for each time I stir my strawberry jam I
recall the first time I made it and the memories come flooding back. I will always keep frosty jars of strawberry
jam in my upright freezer just as there were always frosty jars in Grandma
Nelson’s freezer.
Not
every canning project is as rewarding or goes as smoothly as did my strawberry
jam efforts. Over the years, countless
bottles have refused to seal, bushels of fruit have spoiled before the task was
completed, and dozens of filled jars remain on my shelves because the family
just doesn’t like canned peaches and pears anymore. They never did develop an appetite for the
carrots and new potatoes I bottled just because I could. There are those items that remain
unidentified because, as a beginner, I wasn’t wise enough to label and date the
lids. They will never be eaten, but I am
reluctant to dispose of them as I am confident they took much effort and time
that I didn’t have to spare.
Red
onions are abundant, free, and pretty.
I thought it a good idea to save some for a rainy day. Having located a recipe for Vinegared Red
Onions, I filled three dozen pint jars.
I have only opened one. The pink
onions were nasty! They lost a little
color as they were processed, but the onion and vinegar flavors became
stronger, too strong to use as a garnish, condiment, or main dish! They aren’t even worth using as a decoration,
as the color has continued to fade to a dull brown.
I
have streamlined my canning and preserving efforts over the years. I now strive to devote my time, talents, and
cash to things that will be of use such as: green beans, pickled beets, apple
pie filling, and frozen corn. Oh, and
strawberry jam, because not only is it of sentimental value, it has become a
staple in our diet. My family might
perish without a freezer full of strawberry jam!
Running Granny Green encourages women, especially grandmothers, to gain greater fitness by providing tips and inspiration to insure long years of joyful grand-parenting. The cookie recipes are a bonus!
Happy Running!
Carol - aka Running Granny Green
Carol - aka Running Granny Green
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