This last Saturday we went strawberry picking. This is the second year we have gone. While we still got a decent amount of berries this year, last year was a lot better. Last year we could just pluck ginormous red berries right of the plants. The boys had juice dripping from their chins. This year, we barely picked enough to make jam. The berries were few and the size was mostly miniature. I think the boys only had one or two each. BUT we still had a really good time. It is quickly becoming a great family memory.
After the wonder of berry picking, comes the utter delightment (yes that is totally a word) of jam. Of course the cutting, cleaning, mashing, and making of the jam is not always delightful work, but after the trail of our labors comes the JAM. Mmmm....yummy.
So now we have our year supply of freezer jam. Now as Spencer keeps reminding me...all we need is some warm homemade bread to slather said jam on. I'll get around to it eventually.