yum

Ok, so the blister and the cut that showed up later were worth it. The injuries are healing and the little jars are sitting with their glorious pink fillings waiting for the lids to pop. I even sat them outside, so that neither I nor the dog will hear that satisfying snap of metal signalling the perfect seal. Incase someone else ever bothers to read this, the sound is also similar to the smoke detector pop of a running low battery, which sends the queen of the household out wandering the neighbourhood to escape the horror of the house burning down. Which it never has. But when I get up several times in the night waiting for her to decide to come home, I would rather forgo the sound than face the worry of not knowing where she is or when she will come back.

The crabapple jelly is divine.