I’m behind on my canning posts, but there’s no reason to delay you from the sweet taste of homemade success.
Just-made peach jam perfectly gelled across the bread I made last night. I talked for an hour with Gram on the phone; she is proud and exceedingly impressed that I made both of these things myself. (Her nickname is, after all, Bertha Burnham.)
Dishes done, feet up, Jane Austen in hand. This is going to be a good week.