foamy jam! It was my first attempt at cooked jam. I was learning. The next batch was normal. But hey, at least it set. Eliza won't eat any other type of jam. She was a little worried when I took a jar to someone. I told her we still had 10 jars and so she let it go. I have to admit, store jam has no place in my house after making our own. It feels so good to be domestic.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment