Ce weekend, mon père et moi avons fait de la confiture de fraises. Ce fut une expérience réconfortante, presque thérapeutique, qui m’a en outre permis de gagner du temps au cours d’une journée chargée.
This weekend, my father and I made strawberry jam. It was a healing experience which enabled me to save precious time.
We spent a lot of time making strawberry jam last week, as we wanted to keep the morsels intact.
There are ways of buying local strawberries at an affordable price when you don’t have enough home-grown produce.
It is the peak season for strawberries here in the South West of France. Best time to talk about the most consumed jam in Europe and the US and to show that this jam is not that difficult to make at home.
I dug the plant bed near the well today with the old garden spade. We used to eat lots of strawberries from that bed, surely we will get some more.
A conversation at the local market, a professional relationship which turned into friendship and the will to use rather than waste made the story of this jam.