Friday, October 15, 2010


I spent 4 hours picking raspberries earlier this week. That was not bliss.

I spent 2 hours washing raspberries the next day. That was not bliss.

I pulled tiny thorns out of my wrists that somehow snuck through my daddy's old dress shirt which I wore to protect me arms from said thorns. That was not bliss.

I ground the flour for my bread - oh wait, no that was the little red hen.

I went to the grocery store 3 times in one day, still missed an ingredient and had to beg my good friend to borrow exorbitant amounts of lemon juice. That was not bliss.

I mashed the berries, mixed the ingredients, stirred until my arms ached (oh I've missed you!) and poured the fresh homemade jam into any and all jars I could find. While it wasn't bliss, I secretly enjoyed that.

Then I spread my fresh homemade jam on my toasted bagel this morning and let it ooze into the crispy yummy-ness. And that, my friends, was bliss.


  1. Mmmm! Raspberry jam is my favorite! Good job!

  2. Homemade jam is the best. Especially Raspberry. Go you!!

  3. Just caught up. Can't say I'd join you on the jam. I hate jam but love picking raspberries maybe we should so some kind of swap?

    Anyway laughed at the doctor's visit. My doctor told me I could go ahead and switch my kids at 19lbs so we did. I too wish I could gift my children with my weight gaining abilities and in return they could gift me with their inability to gain weight.

  4. Raspberry jam is my favorite and you are super mom!

  5. You are so domestic Amy! There is nothing better than homemade raspberry jam, I will admit to eating spoonfuls of it right out of the jar. Doesn't that count as a serving of fruit?


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