I’m still deep in cookbook land right now, but I wanted to take a moment to share this picture with you all. This is the back of my (new!) car, filled with jars of preserves on their way to the photography studio where the images for my cookbook will be made. My editor and I made the drop Tuesday morning, parking illegally and ferrying the boxes from curb to elevator (using one box to keep the door propped).
I’ve been making and setting aside these jars since this last year (I did my darnedest to test recipes in season). It was so satisfying to create recipes for the book, but also a challenge to make so much good stuff that I couldn’t open or eat. I had to be so, so careful during the holidays that I didn’t accidentally wrap a jar that I was intended to keep. As it was, I was short the promised number of both damson plum and strawberry vanilla jam.
There were approximately 75 jars in this load. I owe at least another 20. There is still a long way to go before sleep or celebration, but still, this felt good. Tangible. Real. So I thought I would share.