Jam is to peanut butter what the sun is to the sky.
It’s the fizz in your soda pop.
The ying in the yang.
You can’t have one without the other. It’s just not right.
Never in my wildest dreams did I ever see myself making my own jam. Wasn’t that for farmers and pioneer women?
Now, I can’t imagine not. With an abundance of fresh fruit at my fingertips and a secret hoard of glass jars to store it in, I have no excuse not to. [Read more...]