Yesterday, I invited a friend over to go blackberrying. Beforehand, I had bought a packet of jam-sugar in the supermarket, a brand of the klutz-friendly variety. Basically “just add fruit and boil”.
We dressed up in our oldest clothes, hopped on our bikes, and cycled to a nearby piece of urban wasteland with lots of blackberry bushes. Within 20 minutes, it became a contest, (with lots of excited girlie giggles at really big blackberrys or *really * big spiders running away from us) and we each had picked over a pound of juicy blackberrys.
Back home, we had tons of fun making blackberry jam. And it was so easy, we didn’t even mess up the kitchen! Hmm… maybe I’ve grown up, at last. I’m now the proud owner of three jars of the most heavenly tasting jam. My friend took the other three jars.
Boy, that was fun!