From the wealth of Amy's plum harvest, I also made some plum jam. It happened yesterday afternoon. I have been saying I was going to make jam since the first day of this month, and it finally happened. No, it wasn't with those beautiful blackberries we picked, the rest of those still sit in a plastic container in my refrigerator. Wasted. That's how it usually goes around here. Best intentions become smelly and rotten and shoved to the back of the fridge.
|Notice their deep hue.|
So, the plums, first I cut up all the plums and simmered them on medium heat until they became mushy and a lot of their juices had oozed out. (Still laughing from the Will Farrell thing.) They went from a yellow fleshed fruit to a soup of bright red. Next I used my blender to purée the plums and their juice to a cohesive mixture, and then strained it through a colander to remove some of the peel.
|Jars of jam waiting to "set."|
|Homemade jam on homemade toast.|
And now, I have jam! It's just a shame that we ran out of peanut butter yesterday. I was all excited about being "that parent", you know, the one that sends their kids to school with homemade bread and homemade jam sandwiches. This month has proven to me, beyond a doubt, that I will never be that parent. And probably cure me of any desire to be one in the future.