Every time Aaron has a gang of his high-class boy buddies over to our house to ravage our fridge for what little bit of food there may be in there, they complain that our jam isn't good enough (BRATS!) and they want to know why we don't have any homemade jam on hand for them (STINKIN' BRATS!) What's wrong with a little Smucker's squeeze, boys?
Not wanting to disappoint the 15 year old boy population of Morgan County, I thought I better whip up a batch of strawberry jam. So I found a recipe, gathered my supplies and set to it.
I scrubbed, rinsed, sliced and smooshed
mixed and boiled, mixed some more
and made what I think looks like a decent batch of strawberry freezer jam. Now, I know that this isn't Grandma Ruth quality strawberry jam. She got to run out to her garden and pick a batch of strawberries. I had to buy mine at the Costco. Her jam was honest to goodness preserves. Mine is just easy freezer jam. She made enough to stock up those shelves behind the flowery curtain at her house. I made six little containers. So I'm no Grandma Ruth just yet. But that's ok.....as long as my jam is good enough to keep the 15 year old boys off my back! (next they'll be whining because my bread's not homemade and I am NOT making them homemade bread!)