Friday, June 24, 2011

101 in 1001: Jammin'

Friday, June 24, 2011
Yes, I am still working on that dang list.

Last weekend I bit the bullet and made jam. All by myself. I had originally planned to make no-cook freezer jam. It's easy, it's fast, it keeps for a year in the freezer.

But then I started reading blogs. And researching recipes. And realized that I wanted to try this canning thing out - and so I did.

With an improvised canner (our stockpot) and canning rack (made out of tinfoil), I gave this recipe a whirl.

And here are the fruits of my labour.

Canning is a glorious combination of my favourite things - crafts, cooking and science. There were pots bubbling. Delicious smells. The chance of danger. And then, when it was all over, something glorious that I could share. Our new condo has a gorgeous pantry off the kitchen with loads of room for jars filled with preserves, and I really enjoyed the process.

Plus, that jam was freaking delicious.

This weekend I'm going to try a couple other recipes - a strawberry-rhubarb jam and a small batch of salsa.

I bought myself a $17 enamel canner and rack (tinfoil doesn't really do well when you boil the crap out of it for 20 minutes) and a case of half-pint jars. Exciting new hobby? Check. One more item off the list? Double-check.

Wednesday, June 08, 2011

It's not a contest

Wednesday, June 08, 2011
Last night I took a bottle of wine over to a friend's house to help her finish her wedding invitations.

They are lovely. Three layers of cardstock, ribbon, etc, etc. I am very impressed.

And filled with a certain type of comparative fire that has had me questioning my plan for our wedding invitations since 6pm last night.

Hers are better than mine. That can't happen. My invitations have to be better than hers. My whole wedding must be better than hers. I HAVE TO WIN.

Good lord.

It's not a bloody contest. Do I care about invitations? They're not on my top 5 priority list. Do I want to spend several hours every night for a few weeks designing, constructing and crafting them? Not so much. Are the invitations I am planning to send affordable, attractive, and do they meet my needs? Yes.

So what's the boggle?

I don't know. I blame the SavBlanc. White wine always brings out the bitch in me.