Strawberry Fields Forever

M and I went traipsing through the mud and straw to pick eight quarts of Strawberries each. Then I taught M how to make strawberry jelly and she was the most enthusiastic student.

“you mean that’s it?”

“Yep…that’s all there is to it.”

” I can totally do this!!”

“I know…that’s what I have been trying to tell you.”

When we were still out picking she caught me in one of her selfies…I was laughing at her, I didn’t know I was in the picture.

Once I finished with her lesson of a traditional recipe…I started my experiments. This is what I learned….If you replace regular sugar with honey you get the most amazing flavor, BUT…it is more like a syrup than a jam. It tastes so amazing that I will find ways to use it! If you replace regular sugar with coconut sugar it works well, BUT…it darkens the strawberry red considerably.  I used coconut sugar in my tomato basil jam recipe. Lastly I tried date paste that I made from scratch. First….I.. in no way removed all of the pits in the date paste which I realized once I put the immersion blender in the pot. That was hot….thank goodness for lavender oil..ouch. I don’t think date paste can be used in place of sugar unless you are making strawberry date jam. That’s what I am calling it… that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

I also made strawberry salsa to bring to work today. It was a huge hit! It was easy peasy too. I used one of the quarts of strawberries, 1/2 a red onion, cilantro, 1Tbsp lemon juice, and 1Tbsp lime juice. It was gone before lunch!

The best part about picking your own strawberries is that you can pick each one at it’s peak of ripeness…especially if you know you are going to harvest it right away. I canned 11 half pints of honeyed strawberry syrup, 5  1/2 pints of strawberry basil jam, and  7  1/2 pints of strawberry date jam. I was up a little late last night…

I had another dream with roses in it…I don’t know what that’s about? Jon Bon Jovi was in it…I am not 17 anymore so he must be a symbol for something in my subconscious?? He handed me a newspaper clipping and I’m pretty sure the name of the local paper was on it and there was a rose in the corner. I must have cut it out and sent it to him? I don’t do that. My paternal grandmother did that all the time…not me? Anyhoo…he told me that he had it in his pocket at his last show and was tickled by it. We talked for a while and I said to him “excuse me for a few minutes…I just have to close my eyes for a second.” Great…I’m so tired now…I’m even taking naps while I’m asleep. I did not want to get out of bed this morning!

Thankfully I am off tomorrow. I decided to take my favorite day of the year off…why not? I am having a little get together with my closest friends tomorrow, so I will have plenty to do. It’s funny how time changes things. My girls night out parties in the past consisted of monster bonfires and lots of friends. The most I will have tomorrow is 6 and that is the way I want it.  I made no fancy invitation, I didn’t make a cd, I just let my people know. I am looking forward to it, especially after this week. Lots of people missed the memo that the full moon was on Monday….not Tuesday, not Wednesday, or Thursday…..Zia

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About dragonflyzia

I am just a woman finally accepting that I was never meant to be in the box. I don't fit into any stereotypes, please don't try and label me, that doesn't work either. I am embracing my uniqueness in ways that are new and challenging to me, so that I may continue to grow and never stop learning.
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2 Responses to Strawberry Fields Forever

  1. Happy Summer! Have a great weekend.

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