Looking through the freezer for ideas for tea I came across three HUGE bags of blackberries, picked from the prolific crops on all the bushes around the farm last year. Knowing that I also had a cupboard full of empty jam jars and another cupboard with SIX bags of jam making sugar in, I suddenly thought - 'time to make Jam, that'll make some space'......so we have Space Jam!!
I don't know why, but yesterday I just wasn't thinking straight, I started cooking the blackberries from ice cold, I tipped in cold sugar and ice cold lemon juice straight from the fridge, obviously this meant a long, long cooking time and I'm very lucky I even got to setting point before Aggy Aga decided to lose all her heat and turned from the hot cast iron box that warms our house to the feebly lukewarm hunk of metal she was at the end. Half way through I had to call it a day, so we have seven jars and a bowlful of lovely Bramble Jam up to now. Today I've had the sugar warming and the other half of the blackberries sat in the jam pan on top of the Aga all morning, the lemon juice has been taken out of the fridge and later on I will do it all again......only much, much quicker!
Outside things are looking nice and orderly in the Kitchen Garden. ~ We've just had a nice heavy shower of rain, so they could start getting more rampant very soon. ~ The herbs by the back door are looking good and taste even more so. ~ Molly, Lovely and Big Lovely~
But sad news, after living on for a week after this Blog post, Molly died in her sleep last night. She just missed her friend too much to go on without her. This morning watching the chickens, I notice Jemima, the last of our original ten girls mingling in with the others, and going about her business with her friends and it hit me just how much Molly always hung around with Lovely, she was never on her own. So now they are reunited, chicken friends in Chicken Heaven.
~RIP Molly, we'll miss you on the farm. The chicken that always wanted to be with people, that was always first into the house if the door was left open. The only bird that was ever a 'frozen chicken', and lived to tell the tale. She of short stumpy feathers, always looking messy, but always, always lovable and 'cuddleable'. ~