Mostly a blog about my small garden in Missouri, zone 6b. I garden for food, fun, and to escape from the stress of my epilepsy.Ask me anything!
Everyone suddenly starting raving about tomato jam. it was the new thing! Put it on your eggs, your toast, your meatloaf! It’s so versatile and delicious! So I decided yeah, I’ll give it a try.
So here we go. I had a pile of tomatoes to my head. Some cinnamon, some cloves- all that jazz. it smelled delicious.
I don’t have a “grinder” (THC and I don’t get along, okay? I blame the seizure meds or something.) so we had to improvise with the ground cloves.
So then I threw it all in the pot and I started cooking. And cooking. And cooking. Basically I would read an article or listen to a podcast and then stir the damn pot. I’d go listen to the ridiculous dialogue on my husband’s Mass Effect game, and then come back and stir the pot again. And then finally, it got down to this, goopy jam-like mess.
That is A.M., motherfuckers.
Notice the red line on the pot. That is not because i’m an awful stirrer. No, that is how much the damn tomatoes reduced.
So now it was time to put this concoction in cans. I had sterilized about 5 cans, because i was realistic and knew it would obviously reduce down.
I got “3” cans, but there are only two in there because there wasn’t enough jam to fill the other one.
So you might say, “Oh well. That’s how canning goes. It was totally worth it to have a gourmet product, right?”
No. I made fancy fucking ketchup. Next time I’m getting Heinz and saving my tomatoes and time for something else.
Turns out my neighbors have been feeding my chickens their leftover fruits and veggies. I know I feed the chickens gourmet meals but they are BEYOND chunky. (But in a healthy way.) surely they will give me an egg any day now.
If you were a child, what would your dying wish be?
Meet Dylan. Dylan has been dealing with Medulloblastoma, a malignant brain tumor since he was in grade school. Recently it has decided to come back, and he now has until Christmas to live.
His mother has been updating friends and family on his journey. On her last post, she said that one of his “bucket list” wishes was that he wanted to be buried in a lego coffin.
My mother was Dylan’s second grade teacher, so we have decided to see if we could make this last request a reality. If you have the skills to make this happen, know someone that does, have the ability to reach a lot of followers on social media, or can donate for the cost of materials and transportation- anything helps (anything we raise over the amount will be given to the family to help with funeral and medical costs.) I think this would be a small gesture that would make a big impact on their family.
Here is the link to Dylan’s CaringBridge site so you can learn more about him and follow his story.