The View in My Kitchen

Did you miss me posting yesterday?  I've been really busy.


I changed these beauties from their embryonic stage

through this stage (you can't tell how monstrous this bowl is, but it has 32 cups of crushed strawberries in it)

to this final delectable freezer-stable stage.

36 three-cup containers of strawberry freezer jam (bottom right is the last container, not quite full).  When strawberries are two pounds for a dollar, you buy three flats of them, not fully thinking through how much work that is.  Then, when you get them home, blend up the berries and calculate how much sugar and pectin and how many containers that will actually take, you sigh, put on comfortable shoes, ignore the stickiness and dig in.  Then you take a second trip to the store when you realize your calculations were off just a bit--more sugar, more pectin, more containers.

Evie was helping me count, but when she repeated "eleven" for the third time, I knew I needed to enlist more advanced math skills.

Whew.  I'm exhausted.  Funny thing about this kind of work.  When you step back and look at what you've accomplished, it's a rewarding, good kind of exhausted.

I'm going back tomorrow morning for one more flat for smoothies.  That's easy work--remove the stem, throw in a bag, and freeze.

I can't stop looking at them.  Aren't they beautiful?

Linking my view up to V with Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday.