My plum tree overfloweth. Right now, two grocery bags full of ripe plums are sitting on my kitchen counter, saying, "We want to jam!" Tomorrow I'll boil jars, pit and puree plums, measure sugar, and emotionally bond with my ancestors. Something about canning appeals to me. I love my food processor, heavy-duty mixer, and modern stove and oven. I love buying my meat already butchered and wrapped in styrofoam and clear plastic. I love my pantry and refrigerator bulging with food. But all this ...
Published on July 20, 2010 16:14