First, I want to thank you everyone for the kind words and well wishes in response to the big news in my last post. I loved reading every comment! Now, on to the jam.
This post isn’t just about strawberry jam. Yes, you’ll get a recipe for strawberry jam, and homemade jam is always special. But more than the jam, this post is about the experience that came before the jam. The strawberry picking.
When you go through life as a mother, you don’t really tend to think in the moment about what’s going to be memorable. You’re not usually aware of which experiences are going to be the ones that are ingrained in your memory forever. Yet, I already know that this experience is one of my all-time favorite days with Meghan and I will always remember it.
When I told her we were going to a farm, she immediately thought we would be checking out some animals. She associates farms with animals like cows and chickens, but didn’t realize that farms are also places where food is grown. So I explained to her that we’d be picking strawberries at the farm and she got excited. Really excited.
Nothing out of the ordinary happened on this particular strawberry-picking trip, but sometimes it is in the ordinary moments that we find the most beautiful memories. I just loved seeing her discover the joy of picking and eating fresh fruit. I loved her excitement with the whole experience. I loved every minute.
We visited the farm from where we have a CSA share and receive our weekly box of produce. It was great getting to meet the farmer who grows the food we eat every week. He was so passionate about his organic growing methods–I could have talked to him about it all day. Meghan, however, was much more interested in the strawberries.
It was a hot, hot day. Despite the unforgiving sun, we picked 5 quarts of strawberries. The farmer also gave us the green light to eat as we picked. They were so, so good, it was difficult to stop eating them. There is not much better than eating a fresh strawberry straight from the patch.
At one point I looked in Meghan’s container, and she had a handful of half-eaten strawberries. She was taking a bite or two and then putting them in her container. Oops!
Do you know how much sugar is in most recipes for homemade jam? An insane amount. Seriously. I knew I wouldn’t be making traditional homemade jam.
I actually made two batches, one with no added sugar, and one with a small amount of honey. They were both good, but the one with honey was a little better. You can’t go wrong either way.Print