The abundance of rhubarb in my life has spurred a new obsession: the quest to make jam. And not just any jam (sugary, fruity, redunant) but incredible, mouth popping, savory-sweet-and-tart jam. I started scouring cookbooks and the internet for recipes and think I stumbled upon The One. Perfect timing, given one of my bosses delivered nearly five pounds of rhubarb to my desk this morning.
The weekend was a hit. The cabin is better than I could have ever dreamed. I fished, sunbathed, ate, and relaxed. I even went to the Outing Senior's plant and bake sale. It was something to behold. The baked goods were questionable at best (the molasses cookies my aunt purchased tasted like overly baking soda'd playdough that not even the chipmunks would eat) and the plants were... sparse. I think I should take over and hold the Outing Young Adults bake sale and show the old people how its done. (Or not really and just continue purchasing terrible baked goods and attempt to feed it to the wildlife).
7 years ago