A couple of years ago I wrote an thing that basically said that the process of making jam is not free, please bring back your mason jars in a timely manner so that we donâ€™t have to replace them every year.Â As far as I can tell that struck home with the people that it wasnâ€™t an issue with, so for those of you who return the jars thank you.
This year I wanted to bring up something else, something closer to home for me.Â Â This something is named Veronica.
Veronica looks forward, for months, to going out into the fields and picking roughly two to four small childrenâ€™s weight worth of strawberries.Â It is like she is some kind of machine and the only way to earn her real girl status is by building a body out of fruit, or like she has some really weird rivalry with someone that none of us have ever met and only she can see and she has to prove they are real by producing more tubs of red yummy then her imaginary friend.
The scary thing is that is that picking is not even the best part for her.
The best part for my wife and strawberries is turning them into jam.Â I think it has something to do with the process of taking several items that seem to have nothing to do with each other and proceeding to make something new and amazing that everyone loves at first sight.Â That and I think that it might have to do with her father being a baker or something, but who knows. Veronica is weird.
The point I am trying to make is that this amazing woman pretty much puts her all into every single jar that is produced, and when they turn out wrong or she feels that people are taking advantage of her and the product it upsets her.Â Â She understands that every batch cannot be perfect, or right, but when one of them refuses to set for some reason or something odd goes wrong she takes it to heart.Â The same can be said when people just expect to be given extra jars, like it is a right and not something that was made with hours of love and weird dance moves that she does when she doesnâ€™t think I am looking.
I guess I am trying to say that when you eat the jam or even take a free jar that my family is happy to give you, it isnâ€™t just that they cost about 8 dollars to produceâ€”we have been doing pig roasts in the past for a loss and will probably keep doing them in the future just for the gathering of peopleâ€”it is the effort and fun and summer smiles that went in.Â Just remember to be thankful.