Few things are more satisfying

Than the THUNK! of a canning jar sealing itself. A close second is the sound of the vacuum being broken when you open a jar of summery goodness in the dead of winter.

I realized about two weeks ago that I was, of all things, completely out of jam. COMPLETELY out. IPE! Panic! Panic!

So, now my kitchen counter is covered in jars, and The Jam Shelves are no longer naked. See?
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This morning it was apricot, strawberry, and strawberry/apricot to add to The Jam Shelves. Last week it was bing cherry, strawberry, raspberry, and loganberry/raspberry, along with watermelon rind pickles and bing cherries in wine.

The two bigger jars at the front are pickles from my friend Elana. She? Is a kitchen GODDESS. Seriously. She makes the best pickles in all the land. And wicked good feta. Just how over-the-top amazing are her pickles? Aside from being unbelievably tasty, they are guffaw-inducingly named, and, I kid you not, sometimes cut into little shapes before being stuffed in the jar. Enclicken the pic to embiggen that sucker and look at the beets. Seriously. Look closely.
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Toldja. WAY cooler than I’ll ever be. Girl crush!

Edit: I’ve just noticed that the pics in this post look all jacked up in Firefox. I have NO idea why (it could just be this computer, but in IE they look much more like the originals, but even there they’re darker). Who knows.