Monday, July 5, 2010

Strawberry Jam

We have a tradition in our family of strawberry picking and then jam making. My children picked strawberries with me when they were young. I think they ate as much as they picked.
Telltale sign, little red faces. My daughter picks them now. My grandson will be old enough to
pick strawberries next year. I can hardly wait to see him out there eating and picking.

My job has always been to make the jam. I make freezer jam. Every year I make enough to
last the winter, or so I think. Every year we run out. There is nothing like opening a jar of jam
in the winter and savoring a taste of summer.

I bought raspberries this weekend and plan to put some in the freezer too. Next year I plan on buying a raspberry and blueberry bush, so I can grow my own.


  1. If you can, definitely plant raspberry bushes. We have a huge row of them by the driveway. There are as full of berries as they could be. You won't regret planting raspberries! I just stand out there and eat myself silly. Yummy!

  2. I love freezer jam and ours never lasts very long either. What a great tradition your family has, good memories and now it will include your grandson. You can never have too much jam. Make lots.

  3. sounds so yummy. we didn't get to that this year...hopefully we'll get to the blueberries!

  4. What a wonderful tradition, Susan! And now you can continue that on with your grandson. I remember taking my kids strawberry picking when they were young. Sadly, the farm has since closed down but those outings are great memories. Enjoy your jam!

  5. Yum! Yum! You're bringing back memories from my childhood with my granny. She made plum wine and blackberry jam every year.

  6. those are big jars of jam. i plan to plan to plant blackberries next year, so maybe in a couple of years i will give it a try. thanks for stopping by to comment on my blog.


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