Finally, I’ve made jam.
And now that I have,
I don’t think I can ever make enough.
It’s all pleasure …
from picking berries in the summer heat and sun,
treating myself to the burst of their tart sweetness,
to the heady fragrance as I crush them,
the dramatic rolling boiling, a blueberry lava,
then the alchemy of the canning kettle,
after the satisfying pop of the seal,
on my toast.
A blue puddle of summer’s sunshine and sweetness.
Pass the jam, please.
❧ ❧ ❧
And now, a little ditty from the Culinary Enthusiast,
who’s proclaimed this blueberry jam the “best ever”:
Jam with tea,
Jam on toast.
Jam’s the thing that I like most.
Strawberry, gooseberry, blueberry …
I love jam.