Certain readers have been putting up with my continued threats to make jam out of the mountains of strawberries my dad and I picked on Monday. And just on the wrong side of midnight, my dream became reality. Ooh, that magical popping sound.
My data is all backed up and the computer is sort of behaving for now, so I promise to return with substantive posts. Stay tuned for more about the jam, and other goings on. Which, I won't lie, also mostly involve food.