Saturday, October 28, 2006

Strawberry Jam

Daddy had a hankering for strawberries and Momma had a bunch from her late-crop strawberry patch. She converted the surplus into jam. Fresh, homegrown strawberry jam.

I happened to be over there doing some piddling task and Momma asked me if I'd like to take home a pint. Would I? Why of course!



So, for breakfast, I'm having biscuits and strawberry jam. In all of heaven, there is surely not this much flavor.

Note to my sisters: Nyah-nyah-nyah. I got mine.
Posted by Pawpaw at 4:52 AM

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Okay, stop it: sitting at my desk, drooling all over my keyboard.
Puts me in mind of my first visit to Missouri and tasted ripe, wild strawberries for the first time.

12:47 PM

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