I still have a couple of bags of them frozen (for use in smoothies) from last year so I want to concentrate on making jam out of the first several pickings this year. Or I'll make canned raspberries as I have a husband who LOVES the resulting juice which leaves me with the berries which is fine with me except he can drink up the juice a hay of a lot faster than I can eat all the raspberries. (Where was I?)
Oh, yes. My days recently have been fuller than full, and I'm having trouble finding time to do all the things my little heart desires.
So I put the succulent red jewels in the refrigerator late yesterday, sent a fervent request to the Jam Fairy to come in the night and turn my bounty into sparkling, little jars of jam which I would find first thing this morning lined up on my counter.
Humpf. She must have had other commitments.
Well, no way am I going to try to squeeze jam making into this day. There are four hundred gazillion pea pods hanging heavily on the vines out there that I need to pick, shell, blanch, and freeze . . . plus accomplishing the rest of my duties for the day.
So I smooshed the berries (nearly a gallon of them) the way I would in preparation for making jam, measured them out (exactly two quarts), packed them in a freezer container with a detailed label. Come October (November? December? Maybe February.), I'll defrost the batch and make my jam.
Am I obliquitous or what? (I just learned that word. Did I use it correctly? No? Oh, how embarrassing.)