Making jam is international business

My first time was in Lier,

and I started with a little bit of fear...

But with some help and good advice,

you could ask me to do it twice!

 

 

I got a big load of red berries from
my brother in law's parents. Thank you!
It was very tempting to start
feet-smashing them...
But I will keep that for a trip to
France and grapes one day :).
 

The result!
Pretty proud of it!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then I was in Greece with my dear friend

and gave her a little hand

in picking fresh figs right of the tree...

(eating figs so fresh was the first time for me!)

We ate until we could no more...

Figs that fresh? Not in the store!

With the rest she made delicious jam,

the way I think only Maria can!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Half of what we picked... it was hard to stop :).
Picking and eating while picking :).
 



What a beautiful fruit!

 

The process...

... the result!

 



Something I regret...

Last weekend
I did something I hadn't done in years

I, of course, did not take a picture,
but here's one from the market in
Villa De Leyva, Colombia

I went somewhere I normally never go
A place of horror to me...

I went to the butcher...

I wanted to get my troops ready to help with my moving
and my dad always goes to the dead-animals-store on sunday
so I did it for him, so he'd be ready earlier...

The smell,
the pinkness and redness
the smell
the luckily empty meatchunckhooks
the smell
the knifes and slicers
the smell
the horrible names on my list (f.e. smoked horsemeat...)
the smell

I felt sick
had tears in my eyes
and almost threw up...

Never again...

But thank you vake for helping me move :)