I traded edibles with Elisa. My Christmas cookies for her preserves: one jar each of beets, blackberry jam (with the seeds, huzzah!) and pickles.
ZOMG, homemade pickles. I’m not sharing.
I traded edibles with Elisa. My Christmas cookies for her preserves: one jar each of beets, blackberry jam (with the seeds, huzzah!) and pickles.
ZOMG, homemade pickles. I’m not sharing.
Sometimes I confuse myself. For instance, when it comes to strawberry or raspberry jam, I insist that the seeds be in it. Seedless raspberry jam is no fun whatsoever. But then today, I made myself a banana-blackberry smoothie. Given what I just said about raspberry jam, you’d expect me to be all over the seeds, right?
Wrong.
One sip into the smoothie, I got distracted by the seeds and had to get the strainer. That’s right kids, I actually strained my smoothie. I’m high-maintenance like that.