
Problem is, I don't have an apricot tree from which to partake of their deliciousness. Luckily, I'm fairly shameless when it comes to asking for things that I want, so when I drove past a house last Friday that had a huge apricot tree in their backyard that was just loaded down with little orange morsels of goodness, I decided that I would swing by the next morning and ask them if they would mind me picking some, with the idea that I would either pay them for what I took, or just do some extra picking for them so they wouldn't have to do quite so much themselves. So I packed my handy-dandy ladder into my little car and

So many apricots! I've already dehydrated some, have munched on a lot, will be canning some of them whole, but I'm going to jam a most of them I think. I got through two batches of jam last night! I have some extra jam I didn't have room to process in the canner, so I may have to make some little tartlet shells to put it in!
Karen! I found your blog through Trachel and your sister and I am so excited! You look like you just have so much fun! And you even are fixing up a motorcycle! You rock. And the story of Von...I am not kidding I still remember what the bag looked like and your face the moment he told you what he had done! What a punk! But he turned out okay! I'm glad I have a way to keep in touch now!!
ReplyDeletelove ya, Amy