tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91866675376461752702024-03-12T20:56:30.603-05:00Brambleberry GraceAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06802949749057953515noreply@blogger.comBlogger657125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186667537646175270.post-14524782316470349522016-03-14T13:57:00.001-05:002016-03-14T13:57:17.626-05:003.14.16<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06802949749057953515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186667537646175270.post-56024011605381225752016-01-12T17:55:00.000-06:002016-01-12T17:55:06.087-06:00!!@#$%^I keep thinking that I should have something profound to say, but I'm stuck at the point of grief that I like to call All The Swear Words. <br />
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How do I feel? All The Swear Words.<br />
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What do I want to say? All The Swear Words.<br />
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So, there's that. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06802949749057953515noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186667537646175270.post-7066349855302846712015-08-05T20:04:00.002-05:002015-08-05T20:04:54.650-05:00country roads<div style="text-align: center;">
Last weekend, I removed the seats from my van, and loaded it up with my wares. Picked up a sister and her lovely things and headed north to the town we called home for our growing-up years. </div>
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We joined forces with a friend - the kind that's as close as a sister, and held a little party.</div>
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We laughed.</div>
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Pictures of clean houses and delicious food. </div>
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Kids working on great-fun-educational projects.</div>
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My kids are drinking Shamrock Shakes and watching PBS. </div>
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All the junk.</div>
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Today had all the makings of a bad day. Mittens that felt funny, bloody noses, last minute bathroom trips. Slowly things started to turn around. </div>
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It's a terribly blustery day today. I love terribly blustery days.</div>
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On Saturday, as I was leaving home to run some errands, I got a call from a girlfriend. She was at a thrift store. Could I come and look at a dining room set she found? Was it different-cool or different-yuck? It was different-wonderful. Also, these chairs were there. So I brought them home to my <a href="http://brambleberrygrace.blogspot.com/2013/08/blog-post.html" target="_blank">little old lady living room</a>. </div>
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When my dad died, I felt the need to make all sorts of drastic life changes. We did not move. I did not get a face tattoo. But we did get a dog. I looked for<a href="http://brambleberrygrace.blogspot.com/2014/09/naida-scottie.html" target="_blank"> Naida the Scottie.</a></div>
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Scotty the Schnauzer.</div>
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I'm learning that grief is a little bit like chutes and ladders. The process isn't all forward. It's up and down and backwards. Just when you think you've walked ahead, it comes up behind you and grabs you by the throat. There is no mercy. It is crying through an entire church service. It is blinking fast away the tears in the coffee drive-thru because you couldn't switch the radio fast enough. </div>
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It's having a conversation about your loved one and thinking the entire time, "I can't believe I can do this with out crying." It's smiling. And laughing. And laughing so hard you start to cry but then can't stop crying. </div>
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It's feeding your family sandwiches. For breakfast and lunch and dinner. Because your brain doesn't always kick on. It's also pizza, spaghetti, pizza, spaghetti, cereal, cereal, cereal.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06802949749057953515noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186667537646175270.post-58101485395246157762014-10-21T10:06:00.001-05:002014-10-21T10:08:19.801-05:00onwardMy dad is sick. <br />
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His diagnosis came mid September. Adenocarcinoma. We were praying for lymphoma. Have you ever prayed that your dad would have lymphoma? I never thought I would. But that one is treatable. <br />
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He went from healthy to not in a matter of weeks. <br />
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I keep telling God, "Please. You have to show up big."<br />
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And He does.<br />
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My dad isn't scared. "You can't scare me with Heaven." He's been telling everyone. I've been telling everyone.<br />
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My mom is his constant companion. She's not scared either. The worst thing that can happen is also the best thing that can happen.<br />
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My sisters and I spend most of our time at his feet. Rubbing his feet. He likes that. We do, too.<br />
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We're kind of wrecked. He's pretty much the best dad, ever. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06802949749057953515noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186667537646175270.post-45432183938235143322014-09-06T21:00:00.000-05:002014-09-06T21:01:33.104-05:00Naida the Scottie <div style="text-align: center;">
She doesn't exist yet. </div>
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But I've been slowly and purposefully brainwashing my children. If you ask one of them what kind of dog we should get, they will give the correct answer. </div>
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I'm going to start whispering in his ear at night. </div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06802949749057953515noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186667537646175270.post-27100864703439348452014-08-21T17:09:00.000-05:002014-08-21T17:09:11.397-05:00a little bit like hopeShe had started to slur her words. <br />
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What's going on? Depression? Her mother had passed a couple years earlier. The two had been very close. The death hit hard. Maybe so hard that depression was taking away her voice? <br />
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It didn't seem so likely, when time kept passing and the words became harder and harder to decipher. <br />
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A notebook and pen became a constant.<br />
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Man. What in the world could it be? 67? 68? Still so young. She was so active and healthy and vibrant. <a href="http://www.powerandstride.com/Nancy-s-Story.html">A firecracker</a>. <br />
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But then the diagnosis. ALS. What in the world. Louis Gehrig's disease? What does that even mean? It means that she can't talk anymore. It means that she can't clean her house. Or decorate her own tree at Christmas. It means that your super cool Nana with the candy apple red convertible mustang is going to slowly fade away. Because there is no cure. There is no treatment. There's only suctions and feeding tubes and feeble hand squeezes. <br />
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It means taking turns staying by her bedside at the hospital so she's never alone. <br />
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It means soft music and foot massages. And love. And scripture. And Jesus.<br />
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It means the most beautiful death. Surrounded by family and the most providentially timed reading of David's Psalm. Last breaths counted and charted until there were no more.<br />
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And now all these buckets of ice...all these nominations and donations. All this attention. Towards a cure? It feels a little bit like hope. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06802949749057953515noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186667537646175270.post-67659531193349828602014-06-18T07:20:00.001-05:002014-06-18T07:20:19.218-05:00early bread<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My five year old helped to hang hearts around the house. That day, after preschool, he shouted "Happy Holidays!" to everyone we passed on the way to the car. </div>
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I think most people have one? Mine is less about things I want to accomplish and more about things I want to accumulate. <br />
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In college, we toured a Herman Miller Dealer. The purpose of the tour was to learn about systems furniture (cubicles), but we couldn't help but learn about a handful of <a href="http://www.hermanmiller.com/about-us/who-is-herman-miller/our-story.html" target="_blank">Design Greats</a> during the process. Major contributors to Midcentury Modern style. </div>
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That's when I first fell in love with this chair:</div>
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I will be an official grown up when I own this chair. In my own library. With my own husband reclining in it as I bring him the morning paper and his coffee. And then I'll sit down next to him in my matching <a href="http://www.hermanmiller.com/products/seating/lounge-seating/eames-lounge-chair-and-ottoman.html" target="_blank">Eames Lounge Chair and Ottoman</a>. We'll look out the window at the rolling hills outside. I'll say with a happy sigh, "Honestly." (that's a word I'll use a lot when I'm older)</div>
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Because down the hall will be:</div>
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our Chalet Black Forest Cuckoo Clock to sing.</div>
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Then I'll say, "I should really get the sheep their breakfast." </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186667537646175270.post-61531827967372753012014-01-07T21:18:00.002-06:002015-01-15T10:29:40.269-06:00and here's the thingChristmas this year? Was pretty eventful. And by eventful, I mean full of events. Like everyone in my family contracting strep throat. Also our (new) furnace quit working. 5 times in 7 days. And on the day right before Christmas eve, when my furnace was out, I thought it a good idea to bake. You know, to keep my house toasty. Which worked as well as it can when it's freezing Minnesota December outside and one space heater plus an oven inside. <br />
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AND THEN, I popped some cinnamon rolls from my sweet friend Anna into the oven. I was puttering around the kitchen. When I heard sparks and saw FLAMES SHOOTING OUT OF MY OVEN. Which was when my oven became dead to me. <br />
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The good news is: now I have a new oven! <br />
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Merry Christmas to me.<br />
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In other good news: our furnace is working again. <br />
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In additional good news: we no longer have strep.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186667537646175270.post-751676234360459782013-10-23T12:28:00.001-05:002013-10-23T12:29:03.240-05:00on an autumn day<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ8qeebKpXc/UmgHWJ0QEMI/AAAAAAAACqU/2sFGVFDhECI/s1600/P1080252.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ8qeebKpXc/UmgHWJ0QEMI/AAAAAAAACqU/2sFGVFDhECI/s400/P1080252.JPG" /></a> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZRC1PgzQsM/UmgHWhlNGeI/AAAAAAAACqc/9wpiHpp3Alo/s1600/P1080253.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZRC1PgzQsM/UmgHWhlNGeI/AAAAAAAACqc/9wpiHpp3Alo/s400/P1080253.JPG" /></a> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jSA2Vvl8Ljo/UmgHXBtsGII/AAAAAAAACqk/IieCBcga8jE/s1600/P1080255.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jSA2Vvl8Ljo/UmgHXBtsGII/AAAAAAAACqk/IieCBcga8jE/s400/P1080255.JPG" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186667537646175270.post-27099259821065557182013-10-16T11:47:00.001-05:002013-10-16T12:05:36.409-05:00autumn<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;">
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All summer long, I waited for the fall colors to hit. I do this every season - too excited for the next to enjoy the present. It's something I have to work on. All the time. Enjoy the now.<br />
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Right now, life feels busy. Good busy. The kids are all doing things. Getting involved and figuring out what they like to do and how they want to spend their time. It's been a (good) trip seeing them blossom. We are pretty lucky duck parents. <br />
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We remark on that often. How blessed are we? Most evenings once all the ducks are in their nests, we sit. And remark. And plan. We've got this plan. It's loose. Maybe more of a direction? There are things we are doing and things we are not doing. Evaluating our choices....prioritizing, etc. <br />
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Our little home was starting to look a bit shabby. A weekend of scraping and painting and things are perking up. <br />
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I've been painting on canvas, too. Some good things are happening on that front. I'm excited. So far everything is fitting in the loose direction plan. <br />
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Enjoying the now.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186667537646175270.post-18018527565069969422013-09-09T18:02:00.001-05:002013-09-09T18:02:12.861-05:00right now in a dining room<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poIbIta5bRE/Ui5Tcuwj26I/AAAAAAAACmw/dsg2tGIeTjY/s1600/P1070956.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poIbIta5bRE/Ui5Tcuwj26I/AAAAAAAACmw/dsg2tGIeTjY/s400/P1070956.JPG" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186667537646175270.post-16461632557663423052013-09-02T15:11:00.001-05:002013-09-02T21:24:38.149-05:00fall photo shoot<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186667537646175270.post-89500073587126041962013-08-24T14:39:00.001-05:002013-08-26T14:22:09.781-05:00My Very Eager Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizzas<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186667537646175270.post-67551167278267970572013-08-22T09:28:00.001-05:002013-08-22T09:50:42.933-05:00Granny<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;">
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I live in a little house built in the 50s. <br />
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My living room is a little 50s living room. So, for a long time, I've been looking for little furniture. Most contemporary pieces in my price range are overstuffed and oversized. The same goes for chairs and coffee tables. It's all too big. But I get it. When you live in new homes, living rooms are big. And little furniture looks ridiculous. Big homes need big pieces. Scale and whatnot.<br />
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I had my heart set on something midcentury modern. But then that show came along and everyone else got their hearts set on MCM. It's The Thing. So MCM is no longer in my price range...supply and demand, you know.<br />
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I did some self reflection. Am I really a midcentury modern kind of gal? Or am I an old lady kind of gal? Do you know what I discovered? I am an old lady! AND! Old ladies take THE BEST CARE of their things. I found a couch on Craigslist. She is a thing of beauty. She is sturdy and pristine. She lived her entire life covered in plastic. We named her Granny Lou. Do you see Granny Lou's sister? That coffee table? Eighteen dollars. Ha!! She needed a little bit of love in the form of Murphy's and Mineral Oil. These gals are right at home in my old lady living room. </div>
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We went camping last weekend. <br />
It was nice to get away, but the time flew way too quickly.<br />
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Summer is winding down and I wish I could press pause. </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186667537646175270.post-33936497771486370482013-07-26T19:28:00.003-05:002013-07-26T19:29:09.606-05:00this is livin'<div style="text-align: center;">
Husband + kids @ movie. </div>
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Gorgeous breeze - windows open wide - curtains dancing. </div>
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iTunes playing All The Good Songs loud.</div>
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Coffee perking.</div>
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Painting jeans on.</div>
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Paint brush in hand.</div>
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Paint in hair. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186667537646175270.post-12213903194869551172013-07-14T16:37:00.001-05:002013-07-14T16:37:34.017-05:00the bread<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGHNBljwrJQ/UeMaHLd9FII/AAAAAAAACis/Y7q1LjSKihM/s1600/P1070539.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGHNBljwrJQ/UeMaHLd9FII/AAAAAAAACis/Y7q1LjSKihM/s400/P1070539.JPG" /></a><br />
This is my husband's grandmother's recipe for banana bread. <br />
It's my favorite. It's super easy to tweak - I substituted the tangerine jam for the bananas.<br />
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1 1/2 cup sugar<br />
1/2 cup butter<br />
3 eggs<br />
1 tsp vanilla<br />
1/2 cup buttermilk (I just sour skim milk with a dash of vinegar)<br />
2 cups flour<br />
1 tsp baking soda<br />
1/2 tsp baking powder<br />
1 cup mashed bananas<br />
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The other day I walked into my kitchen and something smelled great. Like a fruity candle. Or a middle school hallway at the beginning of the day. The culprit was a basket full of super ripe nectarines. They were dangerously close to the point where I normally would have cut my losses and tossed them out. But this time, I just couldn't. They were too soft to eat without making a terrible mess, and just enough to them to make discarding the lot painful.<br />
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So I stepped into the 1950s and turned them into refrigerator jam. <br />
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Since then, I've done the same with a carton of strawberries that were too tart for my kids liking. It's such a simple process that requires only three ingredients: fruit, water, & sugar. <br />
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First, wash the fruit and cut away any stems. Put them in a sauce pan with some water. Not so much water that they're completely covered, but enough so that if they were little children they would be splashing in the kiddie pool. Set the pot over medium high heat and let the water cook them a bit. After a couple of minutes take a spoon and start smooshing the fruit. At this point, add sugar. This is not an exact science...I just dumped in sugar until I felt good about it. Maybe 1 part sugar to 3 parts fruit. If you like things less sweet, use less. Allow this mixture to cook over low heat for a little while. I set my stove to the lowest setting and went outside to pick weeds. About 20 minutes later I came back to it, smooshed it a little more and poured it in a jar. (The nectarines I ran through the food processor because I had left the skin on.) <br />
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This will keep in the fridge for a couple of days. Use it on toast, crackers, ice cream, cupcakes, pancakes or a spoon. If you made a ton, you can turn it into bread. I'll share that recipe tomorrow. I've got almond/nectarine bread in the oven right now...I'll let you know how it turns out. <br />
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