Well, after picking 25 or so pounds of berries this morning, I just had to get a picture of my beautiful irises before they expired. I put the berries on the stove to make a batch of jam---which was just about to reach a boil. I knew I had just a few moments to get the shot of the irises with the morning light just right. I stepped out just for a second to take a few shots. When I came back in, you guessed it, the pot was boiling all over the stove top and dripping down the sides. UGHHH!!!
In a panic I rushed to turn everything off and try to get the goop off the stove top. I could not imagine what it would become once it cooled and got hard. As I was rushing around, I tripped over the trashcan which was full of strawberry hulls and juice. That flew across the floor, landing up under the dinning table. The cat ran to hide. At this point I did not know whether to laugh or cry. As I screamed a few choice words I thought, hum....Smucker's isn't that expensive after all.
Needless to say strawberries were everywhere! Tom came in to help and asked, "what the hell happened in here?" I told him it was all because of those damned iris!! He asked "what do irises have to do with what looks like a strawberry bomb going off in the kitchen?" I said I would explain later. He just walked away shaking his head.
I think I'll call this batch "Granny T's mother f-----king strawberry jam!" I wonder if I really put that on the label if anyone would notice. I think I just might!
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