I just have to brag. My mom makes the BEST strawberry jam. Growing up, if mom's jam was all out it was like a crime. Smuckers and all the other brands just wouldn't do. It HAD to be mom's. There was a Jamaican missionary who served in our ward in Louisiana for a while. He loved my mom's jam so much he would literally lick his plate clean. I have to admit I've done that too. Well, this last summer I decided to be brave and make jam. I called my mom and received all the necessary instructions. It turned out absolutely fantastic and just like my mom's! Only problem, I didn't make that much. So we've been slowly using it since then so it will last until we can get some from my mom or until it's time to make more.
Well today I pulled out some jam from the freezer. William ate it on a waffle for lunch. I stepped out of the room for a minute. When I returned, I found this.
He actually had the plate pressed up against his face.
(Sadly I thought I took a picture of it, but I guess I didn't.)
Well today I pulled out some jam from the freezer. William ate it on a waffle for lunch. I stepped out of the room for a minute. When I returned, I found this.
He actually had the plate pressed up against his face.
(Sadly I thought I took a picture of it, but I guess I didn't.)
Yep, our jam is THAT good!
