Showing posts with label jam. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jam. Show all posts

Saturday, September 12, 2009

So much going on.

This has been such a busy week, that I have not had time to update the blog. So - here is a whistle stop tour. This week has been all about...


Kenneth packing. Heading off to University.



A last snuggle up together.


Room for independence - middle window, blind half down - the place to be. Mum left her camera in the car, so no interior shots.


Lots of plums


and more plums. Lots of jam - more jam - bottling and 2 more trees to go!




Gorgeous grandson,


Picking up Mum and Dad from Edinburgh airport after 6 weeks in Canada.

Happy Birthday Kristine - 20!!!!


Comparing sun tans - Kristine and Dad!

James makes another birthday cake.

Have we forgotten anything Mum?


Oh yes - Kenneth came home for the weekend. Fresher's week is hard work!



Hope you have had a good week.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Jam today ... and tomorrow ... and yesterday!

The first of this year's jam - Rhubarb and Ginger is now all potted up and arranged on the cool cupboard shelf. I am so pleased with this, because we are just finishing the last of the plum jam from 2008. We have been self-sufficient in home-grown, homemade jam for a whole year!!!. We give pots away as presents and being Scots, we eat lots of pieces on jam (jam sandwiches), so to have made it through the year without buying any is quite an acheivement, even if I say so myself. Rhubarb is the first of the year - I will make 2 or 3 batches before the end of June (yes, we have a big rhubarb patch :) . Blackurrant and strawberry will be next, followed by raspberry and plum.
Molly Weir, in her wonderful biography of growing up in Glasgow between the wars, describes her delight at finding anold forgotten fruit garden in an empty property next to the office where she worked. She and her mother and brother returned later and filled bags and every container they could carry with rasps and blackcurrants to make their jam. Molly's mother scorned manufactured jam "She's the kind o' wummin that would have shop bought jam oan her table!"was how she dismisively described a woman who had a different view of homemaking from herself :)
James enjoys the skimmings on a crumpet - appropriately still wearing his jammies