Strawberry Jam Together
I think a kind of summer madness overcame me; I thought, we can make jam together, the boys will help me. And they did, they chopped, crushed, weighed and stirred, the helping was wonderful indeed.
We were jammin, it was great. But then the helping had to stop. We reached the bubbly pot of syrupy death stage and the boys needed to leave the kitchen but one of the boys, who shall remain nameless (he’s blonde, two years old and stubborn as a mule), decided not so much. He wailed, he screamed, he threw himself around. Right next to the bubbly pot of syrupy death. Mummy expressed her dissatisfaction at this current situation, Mummy was clear, Mummy set rules, Mummy was loud. Mummy was completely ignored.
Huwyl to the rescue. Bless his heart he took it into his head to sort the situation and set up a ‘beach’ in Neirin’s bedroom. With funny faces and crazy shouting he tempted his little brother away, saving him from a syrupy doom and Mummy from a mental overload.
But things are never too bad when jam is around the corner.
So tomorrow morning, when we are trying to persuade Neirin to actually eat some solid food and he is doing the yes/no game we all enjoy so much, we can say ‘do you want jam on it?’
There is jam in the cupboard, the preserving season has truly begun.