Jam-Making Saturday

Here I am, talking to my friend Danene as we eat rhubarb pie after making numerous batches of strawberry jam together this morning.  This was a gift, to have her in my kitchen, making the work fly and keeping the conversation interesting.  We only intended to process 10 quarts and that's what we ordered, but somehow, when my husband came home from the farm with the strawberries in his bike trailer, there were 13 quarts.  So now we have plenty of jam.

photo by Genevieve

My late lunch, a rice dish from our friend Marlisa, who adds a bit of bulgur wheat to cook with the jasmine rice for the added nutrition.  Isn't that clever?

The story of my dining room:  me, frantically shoveling calories in my mouth out of the serving dish, trying to read the newspaper, next to the 50 pound sack of sugar that was hauled up from the basement for jam making, next to the pretty bunch of peonies that Danene brought for me.  All of this with the baby in my arms and the impulse to grab the camera.

Ben and I were laughing at Phoebe's funny grunts and I was trying to catch the random spit-up (I did).  My, she has turned into a spitty baby!  Photo by Genevieve.

She has also hit the 4-6 week fussies.  Photo by Ben, who is still getting the hang of camera.

And then, peace and love.

It was a very good Saturday.  Was yours?