But like many events, this made our personal jamming history. Berries come in interesting ways. This year we found a family run strawberry business near Chapel Hill because a friend told us of a roadside sign. We discovered our favorite blackberry place by begging to pick from a farmer who sold wares at the Carrboro Farmer's Market. He's become a friend and appreciates the jam we bring him to celebrate.
Most people know of our summer addiction.
In certain circles we've become famous for our jam. Teachers look forward to our presents and many a Christmas Tree has been graced with our berry jars. My friend has the taste buds and can differentiate between good and bad batches and is mostly responsible for quality control. She pours jam into jars because I'm sloppy. I measure sugar and pectin to prepare her.