Today I cooked less than three pints of fresh blueberry jam.
My husband has been dropping not subtle hints that he would like some on his toast.
I used to have blackberry, raspberry, peach and blueberry jam in the pantry always. Lately just raspberry.
Our bushes are producing so many blueberries I figured why not.
It cracks me up that he is still so razzle dazzled that I can turn fresh fruit into tasty jam. His mother didn't cook, even a little. He really thinks I'm special so I don't plan to tell him these skills aren't rare.
Maybe some fresh homemade bread to deliver with their share of the jam would be nice for the grandkids.