Tuesday, May 17, 2016

What Can Friends Do?

Friends can can!  Honeysuckle rose jelly, to be exact.

My very dear friend came for a visit and we dug out my caner for the first time this year and got it going. We made a small batch of my special honeysuckle rose jelly. It's light and fragrant, the perfect compliment to sweet biscuits or short breads. I also like to use it in jam tarts. It's so wonderful to be in the kitchen with friends. It was really a treat for me. I love making jams and jellies, and it's not easy with a broken foot. But we got it done together with team work and lots of laughs. 

I don't measure things exactly, but this is my method for honeysuckle rose jelly:

I pick fresh flower petals from my yard, steep them in 4 cups of boiling water for about 8 hours. After straining them through a cheese cloth, I retain the liquid and toss the plant matter. I add about a quarter cup of apple juice, two tablespoons of lemon juice, a quarter cup of honey, and 3 cups of sugar. I mix two boxes of low sugar pectin with another half cup of sugar. When the liquid is boiling, I slowly whisk in the pectin sugar mixture. I let it boil for about 3 minutes then check the set of the jelly. I might add more pectin or sugar, or let it boil a bit longer until I get the set I am looking for. Then in the caner it goes!  

Monday, May 9, 2016

A Post for Mother's Day

I'm a day late, but who cares.

A Moment to Hold On To

"It's really early."
"The birds were chirping at me mama."
"They were chirping at me too sweetie."

We lay nose to nose in the gray, pre-dawn light, the covers drawn up to our chins, and whisper stories to each other. You tell me a story about a pharaoh with a pet clown fish. And his treasure hunter who brought back a beautiful rainbow stone for the pharaoh to give his Queen. But the pharaoh's trusted servant steals the stone because he is greedy. As you tell the story you pretend you are reading to me from a book. You turn each page and describe the pictures to me, and it fills my imagination with clear colorful images, and I wonder what you see.

I will cling to this memory like a life raft, and it will carry me through the storm of my mind. It will keep me anchored to love, and life, and reality when the undertow tries to claim me.