I called the lady in Ridgefield to see about strawberries. Due to an injury she isn't running her little roadside stand. She was taking orders and had a day to rendezvous on Monday. So I placed an order for three flats at $22 apiece. Then I headed out to see if I could at least find one flat to get started. There was a gal with a little stand on 117th ST. So I stopped and bought a flat. $20. I put the flat in the car and turned around and gave her $40 more for two more flats. Called the Ridgefield lady and cancelled.
The littles and I hit Winco for some more pectin and sugar and went to Papa's house. I got two and a third flats ready to go. Five batches. Turns out I only had enough jars in the dishwasher for four. So I stopped at that point. Made 45 half pints of jam. Cleaning up the first batch for lids, somehow I managed to collide two jars together and they crashed onto the floor sending jam all over the floor, the cupboards and me. Didn't burn me so I must have gotten the bits from the top of the jars. After I got the rest finished and out of the way and Papa got the floor cleaned, I looked up and there was jam on the ceiling. Yes I can make a mess. Guess the littles come by it naturally. I can tell you that that jam tasted pretty darn good.
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