7.11.2008

Jam Gone Wrong

Today's post was meant to be titled something pretty and seasonal like “Summer in a Jar” or something inspirational like “Successful First-Time Jam-Fest!” But alas, the apricot dream jam concocted in my grandest of domestic plans was not meant to be. Not today, with apricots shipped from my parent’s backyard, at least.

The sad truth is that the sweet apricot youths that embarked excitedly on their final voyage were destined not for the cozy jam jars awaiting their arrival as hoped, but for the dreary, murky confines of the compost pile instead.
Along with their mushed-beyond-recognition existence, my dreams of eating apricot jam originating from a backyard fruit tree of my childhood home were sadly smashed as well.

Instead, I made an apple pie to commemorate the fine fruit that gave their lives for my snafu, and managed to save their seeds so that someday their offspring might very well realize the noble dreams of their heroic parents.



So here’s to the romance of jam, the heartache of naïve confidence...and the optimism of our upcoming blackberry season (hee!)


4 comments:

A Spoonful Of Sugar said...

RIP sweet apricots! Alas you never realised your full potential....

Mary Beth said...

This is so funny. We have tons of apricots right now (from the neighbor's tree) and they really are so fragile! Just this morning Rainer kept pulling them off the table and smashing them into the floor--they just disintegrate at the slightest prodding. I did make some freezer jam from them--choosing the firmer ones. It's tasty but the darn freezer jam is just so soft set. I must learn to can properly.

lisa s said...

oh apricots. i bet you were good....

DomaMama said...

Oh, sad, sad, sad. Maybe there's a lesson here about not trying to recapture our past? (Or maybe just about not shipping fruit.)