Some Questions Answered….

When people ask me questions in my comment section I never know for sure where to answer them. Do I answer in my own comment section? Do I e-mail them? Or do I leave the answer in their comment section?

Anyway, there were a few questions asked on my last post that I would like to answer here.

First I was asked by several people if it was freezer jam or regular jam. It is regular jam. As a rule that is the only type of jam I make. When I was first married I made a bunch of freezer jam only to realise that my tiny freezer couldn’t hold it all plus the other items we needed in there. I also figure that my jam is part of my food storage, and if something were to happen and the power was off for a while I didn’t want to lose it all when, with only a few extra steps, I could preserve it and store it without refrigeration. I figure if we were hit with a major disaster we could survive on peanut butter and jam!

I was also asked where I got the raspberries. I bought them at a veggie/fruit stand in a neighboring city. If you want to find local produce, either stands or pick your own go here.

I was also asked for the recipe…well my dear blogging friends…I wish I had some fabulous recipe to share, but I don’t…I just followed the instructions on the insert of my package of pectin.

My blogging friend Tereza, after seeing this post, wanted to know where I live. With out giving away specifics I will say that I live in the beautiful state of Utah. I love the mountains and the wide open spaces. I live about 30 minutes south of Salt Lake City in a new little city. When I wake up in the morning the sun rises over Mount Timp. (can’t spell the whole name) and it sets over our “own” little Lake Mountain. My back yard butts up against 1,000 zillion acers of nothing but wild grasses and sage brush.

So there you go, some questions answered

As a side note, I have to tell you the story behind these pictures. I had the camera in my hand and was taking pictures of her foot when we started talking about all the things she couldn’t do and all the things she needed to be careful doing. Now, my #2 punk is a major drama queen. So when she started wailing that her life was over Dadzoo and I started laughing, in turn she drops her head and starts crying. I already had the camera in my hand, so I figured why not snap some pictures. Everytime I see that picture I start laughing, she was being such a DRAMA!