Preserving the Summer
I have always been a huge blueberry fan. Since I was a little kid summers were spent at a lake in rural Litchfield County. The lake is rimmed with wild blueberry bushes and my Augusts were consumed with the tiny blue fruit. The only thing I enjoy more than eating wild blueberries straight off the bush is picking them. By the bucket full.
It’s an obsession.
Over the course of a good berry season I inevitably find myself with more fruit than any human can consume at one time. When I was in my 20s my mother taught me how to make jam and so each August, berries permitting, I block out a quiet morning in which to make as many jars of jam as I can. Last weekend I did just that