I go in spurts. I am 3 parts lazy, one part get at it and get things done. Most weeks, I work the weekdays as the paying job and that leaves me with just enough energy to exercise and keep the house from imploding (barely and that is with a lot of Jay's help).
But for some reason (maybe it was the lack of a long training run) this weekend, I had mojo and then some.
Saturday afternoon had all three of my boys busy. Jack was gone to a birthday party sleepover (awakeover?) and Jay and Kamden went to the football game.
Jack was pretty funny when he asked all worried like, "But Mom, what are you going to do?"
Not to worry son, an afternoon to myself? Sign me up.
I had me some farm fresh raspberries delivered to me by my Auntie Sharen that were frozen and waiting for some jam making.
I just toss the completed sauce into the food processor and behold smooth sauce with no chunks of unidentified objects for Picky McPickerson #1 and #2.
And this took me all afternoon. I work slow but diligently. And I earned this glass of wine, in my opinion. It went very nicely with the Greek feta chicken and lemon roast potatoes that I whipped up for supper.
There is something so innately satisfying about cooking and canning. It brings out my inner farm girl - some kind of recessive genes for sure!
Look at me, all grown up like and all.