As I sit on my couch and begin hearing the tiny tink sound coming from my kitchen I realize something….I’m addicted.
The tink is coming from jars of peach preserves. They are sounding off that they are officially sealed. Ready to be stored away for a colder, grayer day when peaches are no longer fresh and ripe everywhere you turn. A time when the only peaches you find sit in the grocery store after riding across the country in large semis. They taste like hard, watered down versions of themselves.
But it isn’t just peaches or peach preserves I’m addicted to. It’s making preserves. A few days ago a saw a recipe for strawberry preserves on one of my favorite websites (www.weelicious.com) and decided I wanted to try it. It was a very simple recipe without a lot of ingredients. That is right up my alley.
After I was done, I had two jars of delicious strawberry preserves (not quite sweet enough for my household but mentally noted and adjusted for next time). So I went on with whatever else I had to do. But I kept looking to the kitchen. I began to think about all of the blueberries I just bought. I couldn’t help myself. I HAD to make more preserves. I needed to see if the blueberry ones were as good as the strawberry ones. I changed the recipe up just a bit to suit my tastes. They were wonderful! And the color was so intense. My jar of blueberry preserves sat there like a deep purple jewel. I had created something delicious, beautiful and able to be stored away for another day. I was hooked!!
I was chronicling my preserve making adventure on Facebook when my BFF, Julia, offered me a multitude of peaches for my preserve making pleasure. A full on addict, I naturally accepted. So, yesterday her husband hands me 3 grocery bags of peaches. Peaches are the more time-consuming to prep for preserves, of the few fruits I have tried. But the results are incredible. It tastes like a little jar of peach pie. And did I mention I am making these with significantly less sugar than traditional recipes call for? The fruit is just speaking for itself.
I got through all of the peaches and thought, whew…finally done. But before I go sit down to my PB and Peach preserve sandwich…..I still have 1 more pint of blueberries in the fridge. I should make more preserves really quick! Well this time my addiction got ahead of me because I forgot that I need TWO pints of berries to fill a jar with preserves. But somehow I don’t think I have to worry about them going to waste. Yesterday, my 13-year-old was more than happy to take a spoon to the left over peach preserves that didn’t fit in a jar. Maybe I’m not the only addict.
I want to line my shelves with glistening jars of jewel-toned fruitiness that I have prepared with my own two hands. And I want to pass them out to friends and family for Holidays, special occasions and just because I love them. But for now I am going to finally sit down for a few minutes. I have no choice. I am out of fruit. However, I have received another offer from my BFF….she has more peaches ripe for the taking!