Crabapple Escapades, Inc.
Ever since my husband and I moved into our new ‘country’ home (a few streets from the town), our cute little crabapple tree that stands jauntily on the edge of our front yard seemed to be – waiting. She was loaded with little ripe cherry-like apple things and seemed ready. Ripe. So, we picked her clean as far as we could reach, filling a fat, two-handled pot.
Arming ourselves with sugar, a tall wooden spoon, cute half-pint jars, and a thermometer, we, (mostly my husband), boiled up some really delicious crabapple-cinnamon jelly. It was much later in the evening when finally, twelve little red jars marched along our counter like little round bellies.
Our first ‘country’ harvest! Now – on to peach jam!