And if you are likely to receive any gifts from us this year, I encourage you to stop reading here. Unless you are someone who likes to have to pretend that you are surprised by the gifts you receive.
Here's a teaser though....some intense things went down in our kitchen this weekend.
I was a bit at a loss as to what I could create that would feel as though we were gifting something of what we have grown here.
That's when I remembered the blackberries in the freezer in the barn. I know very well, given our harvest of blackberries before we had bees here versus after, that it is due to the pollinating activities of our honeybees that we have such an abundant overflow of blackberries each summer now. And so, in a way, this is another gift we can give that is a product of our bees. Bee-lated, so to speak.
They looked rather fussy and cute for what I was about to do to them. I mentioned the lobster pot.
After a good deal of squishing and dripping and head scratching about sleeves that were holding up beautifully despite all this attention but once filled had become larger than the mouth of my gargantuan sized ball jars that were stuck and also acting like corks when I tried to pour out the strained liquid, Elliott figured it all out for me, and we began to have some rather gorgeous looking blackberry juice.
And we were all back in the kitchen, darkness having moved in outside. I lost a few squishers to homework. And pots needed to be slid aside for supper preparation. And then it was time to put the kids to bed.
And thank you Grammie for the canning tools. But you really aren't supposed to be reading this.