*See Monday evening breaking news below on tiny tomatoes*Look, I made
a mess in the kitchen grape jam. Everything is all cleaned up now, I think, and I have nine jars of jam cooling on the counter.
I’m sure some people are wondering what the big fuss is, anyone can make jam. But my family members reading this, who know I’m not much for cooking, are probably wondering what happened to me, what possessed me to make jam after all these years.
Grapes, that’s what happened, that’s what possessed me. Lots and lots of grapes. The birds didn’t eat them so I gave a bunch away, but I still had a bunch left, so I made jam. I’ll try some tomorrow to see how it tastes and find out if it “gelled” like it is supposed to. I feel pretty confident, in spite of this being my first batch of jam, that it will be blue ribbon quality, because canning is in my blood. Both of my grandmothers did a lot of canning.
Speaking of blue ribbons, on top of the jar in the center is my latest, and last, attempt to show that I indeed have the tiniest tomato of the year.
Even when it is sitting top of a dime, you can still read “one dime”.
It’s nearly lost in this thimble.
*Update Monday evening.* All of us who think we have the tiniest tomato, we don’t. The clear winner is Chigiy, who has some red currant tomatoes that are really tiny. I think the rest of us are all tied for second place. Congrats, Chigiy!