Thursday, July 2, 2009
Putting Up Jam
On Sunday I picked 35 pounds of strawberries with my dear friend Emily. the next day, when they were bruised, nice and juicy ( they did endure a 20 mile bike ride home), they were jammed. We be jamming. My berries and I jammed 6 pints worth of jam, and the result is delicious!
I talked to my friend Needham today about vocational explorations. I realize that despite not having a summer job and often thinking of my lofty career goal, I really enjoy domestic life. Baking, crafting, jamming, being self-sufficient. Being a housewife ( I really, really cringe at the use of that term) is not really a good thing. Making a choice to live off your local surroundings, to live self-sufficiently, to make do and create, these can be beautiful things. The whole money thing is the real problem. If we lived in a culture where money wasn't what you needed to get by, creating would be our culture. Living off the land would be our culture. Making food and shelter would be our culture; making money which, after several transactions, creates the things one really needs to live drives us to do things we don't really want to do, and don't really matter in the long run