- Preparing them. It reminds me of my Granny, Marie Clouthier and my Nan, Esma Wilson. They gave me my love of cooking. Every time I jar up fruits, veggies or jam, it makes me feel like they're looking over my shoulder.
- Eating them. There is something miraculous that happens when you pack food in jars. I don't have any valid explanation for it, beyond simply that it does.
- Taking their picture. I know it sounds funny, but I love taking pictures of the food I can. The way the light bounces off the shiny lids and bright colours just makes me happy.
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| My Nan, Esma Wilson |
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| My Granny, Marie Clouthier |
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| Brandied Sour Cherries |
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| Yellow Plums |
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| Peaches and Green Tomato Relish |
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| Lots to enjoy, though my fave was the grape jelly! |
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| Giardinera and Pickled Radishes from the Summit garden |
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| Carrot and Radish Pickle |
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| Blood Orange Marmalade |
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| Raspberry Jam and its aftermath |
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| Love the seeds in the Raspberry Jam |
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| Such a deep dark colour on the Blueberry Jam |
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| All my jams, except the Strawberry. |
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| Sweet Corn Relish |
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| Some seriously hot Pickled Habanero Rings |
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| Curried Pickled Cauliflower |
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| Jalapeno Jam |
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| Apple Butter, Dilled Carrots and Pickled Beets and Onions |
