Last summer I did something I always wanted to try.
I turned this:
Yep, 18 jars of peach jam. Not the best jam, the peaches weren't as ripe as they could have been. But still, homemade peach jam.
Sorry about the overexposure, but this one really catches the color:
Yes, it was as hot and sweaty and miserable as our foremothers used to say, and I finished them just in time to cur carbs and stop having toast at breakfast, but it was worth it. If I ever get the front burner fixed so I can process more than two jars at a time I plan to make apple butter, strawberry jam and tomato sauce in the future.
Yes, I am proud of myself.