Fast forward ten or fifteen years and I started to notice that the 'old' ladies were becoming the shut-ins and that nobody new was stepping in. Also, I caught a glimpse of one of those mysterious baskets and noticed that there wasn't anything clever or stylish about the little packaged goodies. The same year, a man with an ailing wife, stood up and read a poem modeled after 'Twas the Night Before Christmas' about how wonderful it was to be the recipient of one of the deacon's baskets of cheer.
So, I started making time to fill a dozen or so treat bags with some baked goodness out of my own kitchen.
I wrote about those treats here one year. This year, fate must have been looking down on me when I decided to make jam.
I recently came across a jam recipe that looked too good to pass up.
After all, apples are in season and can be had for a very good price.
Since canning isn't something I've done for years, I don't think I've even unpacked my canning pot after moving years ago. I had to make do with what I had on hand.
Luckily, I have a couple nice size pots.
The brown sugar and pumpkin pie spice are what make this different from regular apple jam.
Oh, the smell!
Two batches later and I have enough for us, for the cheer baskets, and a gift here and there.
The whole morning I was working, I kept thinking of my friend who usually makes the jam for the cheer baskets. I wondered if she was making any or if I'd be stepping on her toes by making the same type of gift. Well, this is where fate stepped in because my wonderful sweet church friend died that morning. It was sudden and very unexpected. One has to wonder how and why things work that way.
I did not intend this post to end with that bit of news. I took the photos along the way with the idea of simply posting about jam making. I guess you just never know how things will end up.
I can't ever imagine being able to step into her shoes...however after attending her funeral and listening to her family...I can dream about my own kids and future grand kids saying such wonderful things about what it was like to be in my home and part of my life. I hope I can put to use the lessons I've learned from her. First up, make jam for the cheer baskets.
Thanks for stopping by. It's hard re-generating a blog. A special thank you to Carol and Lee.