Ladies and gentlemen and other beings,
I am here to tell you that should you have the opportunity to participate in your local jam economy, ZOMG DON’T HESITATE! DO IT! DO IT!
I had the opportunity (and the funds) earlier this year to purchase 50lbs of organic sugar for the lovely, the talented, the fabulous and amazing Domestinatrix. By becoming her Sugar Mama (hee hee hee!), I was able to go over and take a share of her summer’s bounty of jams and marmalades and generally freakin’ awesome stuff yesterday.
She has this cabinet that’s chock full of these jewel like jars of Complete Awesomeness. Seriously. I gazed upon the Cabinet of ZOMG and part of me felt like fainting. The rest was jumping up and down and making GIMME!paws. Jams in just about every fruit I’ve heard of, and some I haven’t had yet. Rows and rows of pickled lovelies (Heart Beets y’all!), and I was just….
She does some incredible work. The time and energy that goes into putting in a stock of such amazing is nearly unfathomable today, though it was completely matter of course just a couple of generations ago.
I had a lovely pot of tea and a great conversation while being able to sample some of her pickled goodies on rye crackers (Must. Get. Some. STAT.) with some cream cheese…OM NOM NOM NOM! Never having had home pickled goods before, I wasn’t sure what the deal was, but now? I have seen the light! And tasted the vinegared love! And it was tasty and just *incoherent gestures of WOW!*
I would totally do that again. I hope I can next year. And I hope I can get my shit together enough to be able to do some pickling and canning myself next year. Hopefully much of it in the company of the lovely, the fabulous, and generally all around Heroine of The Kitchen, my friend E. And her adorable sidekick mew Zelda.
Support your local jam economy y’all. *nods firmly* I am going to go make myself some toast and open another of the jars. The pomegranate jelly yesterday was full of NOM, and tonight? Maybe Ginger Peach? That should perk interest, no?