I don't know how this happened: this morning I woke up wanting to make strawberry jam, a strawberry pie, and a batch of cheese with the newly-arrived chevre culture. And I did all three. Today. I even picked some 12 lbs. of strawberries by hand at a local farm this morning, and I'm still not over-tired. Just basking in the achievement of nine half-pints of rich strawberry jam cooling on the table, waiting for the pie to cool and set so I can EAT IT, and listening to the soft drip-drip of the cheese draining in the kitchen. Oh, yes. There is a simple happiness to be enjoyed in moments like these.
God is good.
2 comments:
that is one happy, drippy, pie. Lovely work!
I have some rosemary to give you, btw, at church tomorrow.
Oh I am so incredibly jealous!!! I can't wait to return to the US and get to bake pies and can jam again (the ingredients are so different here; half of the things I bake don't turn out anymore). Abigail sent me your pregnancy pictures and you are very cute! :) I hope everything continues to go well - you are nearly in the final stretch! :)
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