So still in my pajamas (we're always trying to be more colorful around here) and with my Little Helper by my side, I set about slicing, smushing, sterilizing and stirring.
And in the end, after much stirring and worrying, I give you -
At this point, I should liken jam making to something pithy. So here goes. Given enough stirring and watching and waiting, things do eventually turn out alright. You can take the worry part out of the equation. Ken's laughing now because he'll tell you that I need that reminder every day.
Wishing you a sweet moment this afternoon.