Well after a long time away due to technical problems on my profile page, I am back!
Here we are half way through the summer already and I have been busying myself making pots and pots of strawberry jam, some with elderflower, some with lavender and at the weekend I am due to make some raspberry too. My kitchen has been transformed into what looks like the ‘Chivers Jam Factory' with orders to boot . . .
My first memories of jam making were of course with my mother, who as I have mentioned on a few occasions was a fine cook. Strawberry picking with the family was somewhat of a tradition in our household. Cousins and friends would all turn up at a specially selected farm to pick as many of these little delectable fruits as possible. In fact it always turned into a competition between us kids at who can collect the most (which of course was most pleasing to my mother).
After a few hours picking, red shouldered, stung legged and bright pink fingered we headed home with our bounty. The house would be full of the smell of strawberries for the rest of the evening, as mum would then set to work hulling, boiling and setting the jam in the warmed jars. We were put to bed after being rewarded for our hard work with a nice fresh piece of bread and warm jam. Then with a full tummy and happy thoughts as the smell wafted through to our room, we went to sleep to dream of strawberry fields and summer days... Ahhhh, if only life were as simple nowadays!