Because I've shared the end result from that batch with several people, I found myself without jam recently and decided to fix that with another jam-making session. This time, I chose Rochester as my location and my mom as my cooking partner (she also has some knowledge on the process of jam concoction, so choosing her was a wise choice, if I do say so myself).
I had the great idea to make three kinds: red raspberry (because I know so many people who love it), strawberry (because I love it), and triple berry (because mom had suggested a berry medley).
I purchased a dozen small jars and all sorts of frozen fruit, the necessary pectin (which makes the jam part), and we commenced jam activities around 10:30 on Saturday. What I forgot was two extra bags of sugar (do you know how much sugar it takes for jam? Okay, don't ask.) and I lacked the mental capacity to realize that I had far too many ingredients for twelve small jars.
The first batch of raspberry jam not only caused a great mess, actually forming small burns on my arms from the popping and boiling magma on the stove, but it also filled EIGHT jars. We had only four left! mom descended to the basement and emerged with at least twice as many jars as I had bought. We filled them all.
Our triple berry (black, blue, and rasp) turned into quadruple when we found we needed to add more fruit and dumped in the leftover strawberries. I do believe that it turned out to be my favorite.
If anyone is in need of jam, look me up. I have enough to last me at least three years, I think.
Mom snapped some photos to document the immensity of our end product. She captured some great perspectives here. Well done!
