One Saturday morning, my friend Thea called me and told me that she left a gift on her front porch. She opens her driveway for CSA vegetable pick-up every Saturday morning. So, hubby get the gift when he picked up the veggies. Got home, I opened a bag of gifts and a beautiful card filled with a lot of red heart shapes. At first, I didn't understand why she gave me those gifts. What a surprise! It was for my anniversary, and I didn't remember. My parents and sister had just visited us for two weeks, and a day before (Friday), we just got back from taking them to Atlanta airport. We had such a busy and wonderful moments, made me "ignore" our 6th anniversary.
Among the gifts, there is a jar of strawberry jam. The jam had been in our refrigerator for almost a month when hubby suddenly was eager to open it because I just took out a bread from the oven. It was almost 11 o'clock, but he persistently wanted to have bread and jam. I tried the jam (and bread), and goodness gracious! It was so good! The texture was great, because she let big pulps, just as we like it. The sweet and sourness was balance, unlike store-brought jams that are sugar overloaded. The Mennonite bread I baked was also good. It was one of my lucky days in baking that's hard to repeat. In consequence, the jam was down to a third from the bottom just a day after we opened it.