Strawberry Jam


July 4th has come and gone in a whirlwind of playing, working, cooking out and blowing things up. Along with it has long ago pasted strawberry season in southern West Virginia. Fortunately for my cupboard void of strawberry jam, my husband and I had a trip to New York planned in late June where their season was coming to a close. Quickly I was reminded of one of the things I miss most about growing up in New York state – plentiful small scale produce stands and You-Pick farms lining the straight, flat rural roads. Before hopping back in the car for the 6+ hour drive home we stopped at one such place and picked until our fingers bled…or at least that’s what they looked like after the 12 pints of red, fresh, juicy, amazing smelling fruit we picked under the blazing sun. And while I may have been…

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