It didn't even take an hour to chop, thanks to helping hands AND new knives. I have never made this kind of jam or jelly before, only freezer jams, and I don't totally know how the water bath process should look. Of course I went to 3 different stores looking for a canner with a jar rack to no avail but at least I got the new knives. I reprocessed some of the jars because I got paranoid about the jar lids moving, though now that they are cooling the lids seem to be depressed and not popping/moving, so I suppose that's a good sign. It's super dark from the buckwheat honey (Eugene, Oregon!) speckled with bright cheery yellow lemon chunks (Mission SF!) and only a little translucent.
Okay, RR is on TV making a comfort-food dinner. I'm intrigued, except I know I won't be eating any of it.
I've been reading so much Michael Pollan, watched Food, Inc. last night, and right now for me food is kind of ruined. I don't eat lots of processed food, or so I thought, but now even my purchased granola bars and packaged health-nut brown flakes-and-nuts cereals and cartons of almond milk are all seeming suspect as I read the labels. I was starving today and stopped to get coffee, and was looking at all the snacks and to-go lunches and trying to find some real food in the food, something that wasn't government-subsidized to keep farmers depressed, or manufactured to use up excess cheap corn products, or full of sugars. And so, I ate nothing until I got home and shoveled down blueberries and my (organic, humane-association-approved, locally-produced) cottage cheese but then, oh no, there are additives in it... ergh.
What's a girl to eat? And what the heck am I going to spread this marmalade on?
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