One word, "Citron"!
Remember the 1967 movie "The Graduate" with Dustin Hoffman. Remember the part where Mr. McGuire says to Benjamin, "one word, plastics". My favorite line. Dustin Hoffman was hilarious in that movie!
Anyway, "Citron"! Citron preserves. Look! I've actually made two jars of citron preserves...
Am I proud of these or what! It was a sticky job for only two jars but wow, am I proud of these two jars! It really wasn't a mess until I let the pot boil over, just a little. Thankfully I saw it before too much went down in the burner.
It seemed to me like the preserves were not getting thick so I called Shelby. She makes jams, jellies, and preserves daily, DAILY! I would be crazy! Anyway she told me how to check and tell when the preserves are ready. The trick is to keep a saucer waiting in the freezer. To check the preserves put a teaspoon of the boiling mixture on the saucer and then return the saucer to the freezer for two minutes. I did this probably three times. It works! Did I mention how proud I am of these preserves?
I filled the two hot jars, put the rings and lids on and processed them in a boiling water bath for fifteen minutes. Both jars sealed...
While on the subject of citron, look how pretty the seeds are. These look like watermelon seeds except red...
Once upon a time many years ago my Aunt Berlie picked enough wild cherries to make a jar of jelly. One small jar of jelly! Aunt Berlie being proud of that jar of jelly was holding it up to the light, admiring the clear red color when the little jar slipped right out of her fingers, crashed on the kitchen floor and broke. Can you imagine the feeling.
Another bit of news today...I was rushing around trying to get out the door and to my early morning dentist appointment. Eli was stretched out between the dining room table and the living room, blocking the way into the kitchen. As I tried stepping over him either I lost my balance or Eli moved...or both and I started to fall. There was no stopping at this point. I was on my way down, and hard. I didn't want to fall on Eli and hurt him. But in the shuffle I somehow wound up on the floor and Eli on top. I moaned and groaned a bit. Both knees were hurting. Eli seemed fine and before I could get back on my feet, he gave me two wet licks across the face. Weetie, worried too was trying to get between Eli and me. What a mess. I'm okay and did make it to the dentist.
Thank you for visiting. Where have the days gone this week?