It's not a Washington thing, it's just not a California thing. I am learning, thanks to a talented and enthusiastic group of mom-friends, how to can fruit! Last time it was blackberries, and that jam is amazing, by the way, but this time we did applesauce and grape jelly. The apples came from Amy's yard (or a nearby yard--she was picking them quite early--maybe not her tree?) and we picked the grapes together from Anya's grape arbor in her yard. Incidentally, if your picking style involves pulling on a bunch of grapes until they break free, not only will you immediately be showered with rebounding sticks, leaves, and spiders, but also you will acquire a few grapes down your shirt and in your bra. I'm not saying who did this, but she knows who she is. We did have a great time, and ended up with quite a lot of grape jelly- 72 jars, I believe, although I was not there during the second half of the day when a pot boiled over and caught Anya's stove on fire. These ladies are so much fun, and have been so gracious and welcoming to me, that I can't say how thankful I am for them!
2 comments:
I was picking them out of MY yard. I had to pick them at 8::15 b/c I had to be up at Anya's at 9 silly!!! Great post! You're an awesome blogger.
A likely story. Sneaky apple stealer. With grapes in your bra.
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