I guess I could call this the summer of jam, because I can't seem to stop making it -- rose petal, strawberry, cherry, raspberry and blueberry so far. With the new kitchen I finally have some counter space -- and near the range, no less. After being without this luxury for so many years, it seems the food making and preserving projects I had dreamed up are all being realized.
Now, if only I could easily find some local produce to play around with. After driving for nearly an hour to find the blueberries at a semi-local farm (which claimed they had black raspberries, but didn't), I was discouraged. It was especially frustrating to drive through miles and miles of nothing but corn (okay -- there may have been a few soybean fields too). I mean, don't we grow people food in Illinois anymore? Do I have to buy tasteless strawberries grown halfway across the country? I know they can grow here. I grow some in my own back yard.
Believe me, I've driven for miles, visited several local "farmers' markets" and searched high and low for farmstands. It makes me crazy!
Anyway. That's my food rant. I'm looking forward to the few local farms that set up stands around town (Glasscock's and Siegel's) -- although they mostly sell local sweet corn. Sigh.