I have no excuses for not writing, other than that I really have been making a ridiculously humungous amount of jam and pickles for holiday orders. Oh, and the guys have been building our new kitchen in the basement. Seriously, I have a kitchen now just for making jam and pickles, and for whatever else I might choose to cook or bake in small or big amounts. Just yesterday I made a batch of strawberry jam, using the same old-school recipe I've always used-- oh but 8 times the called for ingredient measurements -- and poured out just about 60 jars of the sweet stuff. SIX. ZERO. This might not be a big deal to our local jam gurus Stonewall Kitchens, but to me it is an amazing feat. Normally a batch of jam produces five to seven half-pint jars. Now I can make bigger batches, and I do not have to forfeit any quality in doing so. And if being super-psyched about the kitchen wasn't enough, I made Joe (well, he did it willingly really) set up a television in the kitchen so I can peruse my Netflix options while cooking. He is certain that once I'm officially using the place commercially, I'll set up a cot in there and will never be seen again. I've told him that I will likely have to come upstairs to use the bathroom once in a while, so no worries.
Here's a glimpse.
|You only get one before photo, and you don't get any of what is the horrifying reality that is the rest of our basement.|
|And the equipment. 12 gallon steam kettle. Gas range. |
What more does a girl need?