Abriel, who is normally my child least interested in helping me in the kitchen, came in after I had prepped the berries, apron on and wanting to help.
A few years ago, when I first started canning, it was, "No one come within ten feet of the kitchen", I've relaxed a bit since then, and realized that I won't give every one in my family food poisoning if the recipe isn't followed with surgical precision.
I was happy that Abriel wanted to help, as she has had a rough day, and a little extra Mommy time sure wouldn't hurt. She got kicked in the mouth by Samuel last night while they were romping around. It was bad enough to merit a visit to the Dr this morning. Her mouth is very swollen, and she even lost a tooth, A baby one, thank goodness!
She squeezed lemons, stirred the jam pot, (She says stirring is her favorite part about cooking.) and fetched things for me. I hope that my children will remember these lessons and moments when they are grown, and maybe making jam won't be stressful and intimidating for them, as it was for me.
The finished result; nine jars of jam. For some reason it separated a little, but I am sure it will still taste wonderful.