In my spare time...
I'm starting to question the wisdom of my decision to launch my jam empire at the MoMa this weekend. Sitting at the table surrounded by stacks of precariously balanced jars of jam, piles of sticky labels and boxes of perfectly ripe fruit, I can't help think I've bitten off the proverbial more than I can chew. The children have been whisked off to their Nonna's and I have a clean run in the kitchen to churn out as much jam as I can to sell at the first market this Saturday. That's in err, two days.
I've been thinking about making jam for a long time. Around here in the Huon Valley it's hard not to. There is such an abundance of beautiful fruit in our valley, that to me, it seems silly not to preserve it in a jar and capture those sweet sunny fruits, to enjoy later in the year.
I want to make jam that is all about the fruit and celebrates the people and places it comes from. If I haven't grown the fruit myself, or picked it myself, I know who did. Each flavour will be made in small batches, and in limited editions.
So yes, in the super-charged exciting times of Mona Foma, MoMa and the Minnie Mouse Gangster Feathered Serpent Diamond Grill Tent, during the school holidays, in the last minute rush of coordinating workshops, chasing up speakers and a media call (eep!), in my spare time I am launching my jam empire. Apple Town Jams. You can call me Lady Jar Jar.