I have made jam probably a total of 6
times. Although no one formally taught
me, growing up, I remember receiving homemade jam from my grandma and my
Aunt Sandra. When I went berry-picking
one summer I lived in Seattle, I had more raspberries than I knew what to do
with. The idea of making jam surfaced,
but after some initial research, I realized I was not prepared to actually can
jam, and settled for freezer jam instead.
But I vowed that it was a skill I would one day acquire. Not long after, I saw a Groupon deal for a home
canning class, and before I knew it, I was sitting in a class with mostly women
2-3 times my age, learning the basics of canning. I loved it.
I took notes, careful to remember all the tips the instructor offered,
as she effortlessly prepared jam in the front of the room. After class, I immediately went to the store
and bought the basics – a large pot, some mason jars, a funnel that perfectly
fits on top of the jar, and a “jar grabber” to pull the jars out of the boiling
water.
So one night during my senior year of
college, I was desperate to do anything that wasn’t studying or writing care
plans. Most would probably go out for
the evening, making plans with friends.
I decided I was going to make jam.
And in our tiny apartment kitchen, I did. It was not a seamless, effortless process. I was unorganized and inefficient. But I made jam. By myself.
And the moment I heard that first jar properly seal with a little “pop” –
the time consuming, tedious process in the hot, tiny kitchen was all worth it.
Fast forward to this past month. I knew I would be moving. I knew I would be leaving work. And I knew I had quite a bit of frozen fruit,
just ready to be made into a delicious batch of jam, waiting in my
freezer. I decided I would make jam as a
gift to my night shift co-workers, a way to say goodbye and I love you and here’s
something to remember me by. I knew it
would be another one of my projects, and require time and energy I really did
not have a lot of, but that did not deter me.
I would make jam.
Making jam takes commitment. It requires a fair amount of planning and
preparation. Each time I make it, I
become a little more efficient, and slightly more confident. The process is a sensitive one – each step
building on the success of the previous one.
There is a lot of waiting – for things to boil, for things to cool off,
for the timer to go off, but it is absolutely worth the wait. Being a part of the entire process, from
start to finish is incredibly rewarding.
Looking at the finished product sitting on the counter is the best high. I made
that. I created something that will be
enjoyed both now, but also for months to come.
So why do I make jam? To create.
To invest time and resources into a process that ends with a delicious
treat to enjoy and to share with the people I love. Homemade jam does not say I picked up this generic gift last minute
out of obligation. It screams I put my heart and soul and sweat and the
better half of my morning into this precious jar – guard it! Savor it!
Enjoy it! I made this for you
because I specifically thought about you and how you would enjoy this. You matter!
You are worth it!
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