Last year, due to a late spring freeze and then a long summer drought, there were no fresh, locally grown blueberries. This year, the weather has been perfect for berries. The mayhaws in May were plentiful, and now in June, the blueberries are bountiful.
Blueberries are in the freezer and four batches of jam are cooling on the kitchen counter. Their tops are pinging; always a happy sound.
To the recipe from the pectin package, I added a pinch of salt and a dash of cinnamon. The spice gives it another layer of complimentary flavor.
George passed through the kitchen while I worked at the stove. I had my modern blues playing. Filling my jam jars.
He didn’t miss a beat: “You jamming. Literally!” Ha!
Blessings from the jam pot of the Exile’s Kitchen.
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