I went blackberry picking with my son and his family this afternoon. It’s a good berry year. We were picking wild blackberries over around the hay field so that my daughter-in-law can make jam. Since it’s late already tonight, I decided to go back in my archives and pull out an old post to rerun. So here’s what I wrote …
Jams and Country Roots
A bubbling pot of sweet goodness. That’s what you’re seeing here. I was making jam out of a combination of blackberries and boysenberries with some raspberries (frozen earlier for just this purpose) mixed in to make the whole pot sweeter. And that’s where the roots and connections come in. That’s what my grandmother did and my mother did before me. …