This morning was a bit of a defeating day in terms of achieving my "Stepford Wife" aspirations. Not that I claim to be any sort of Betty Crocker or Martha Stewart, but I'm usually not a total failure either.
So, last night, I had purchased some raspberries to make jam and before getting started, checked my remaining supply to see how much I needed to make.
Much to my domestic horror, at least 10 jars had to be dumped because they practically exploded as soon as I loosened the screw top lid (think carbonated pop that has been shaken). I don't know what I did wrong. The lids were all securely "caved in" to indicate they had sealed when I stored the jars.....who knows. But, obviously, I'd done something wrong. Bad news...
Oh well, off to make the new batch, but oh look - HALF of the berries from the 4 boxes I'd gotten from Costco had to be thrown out. Nice job picking those out, Steph. Good thing, because I only had enough sugar for two batches of jam anyway. Nice prep, Steph.
To add insult to injury, as I walked out to dump the moldy berries, I was able to peer through the fence to our neighbors side yard and what do I see, but a big old green/orange pumpkin. Growing happily in their mini-garden. Mmmhmmm, that mini-garden I've got going on the other side of the fence has produced, as far as I can find, one walnut size bulb thus far. I can't figure out what the problem is - the water has been on a timer - every day... I struck out as a gardener this summer too!
Thank God these are way, way down on the list of credentials my husband values in a good wife. And that grocery stores are available to fill in my gaps.... =)