On Monday all I wanted was some banana jam. It is now Friday and, after five full days of planning, plotting, studying, and advice-seeking, my entire weekend will be given over to an orgy of chopping, stirring, sterilizing, and conserving to which the Kid Squid insists on referring as 'Jam Camp'. I shall be canning my little heart out for two solid days.
I have in the house quite a bit of fruit, since I had trouble choosing just one recipe from my two superlative new books. In addition, I have received a number of recipes from generous readers who know a thing or two about these matters. I have jars, lids, and organic vanilla beans (easily the most expensive part of this entire enterprise) standing by.
This is Fractured Amy signing off. I shall resurface in a couple of days, I trust, with tales to tell and jam to prove them.
Wish me luck.
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Raw materials for Jam Camp.
Moleskine, warming to his new role in the limelight,
snuck into the frame when I wasn't looking.
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