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Jam Parkour
As I type this, I have a very funny looking parrot on my right shoulder. It's actually not a parrot at all, rather, it a kitten that is about the size of half a loaf of bread. Her mother is a Siamese mix, heavy on the Siamese, who we adopted as a shop cat a few months ago, but she also blessed us with a little bundle of joy.
Empress Marshmallow Petals
And yes, she goes off like an EMP. She typed many numbers just a minute ago when she took a flying leap off the back of my recliner and onto my number key pad.
Like my life wasn't exciting enough, now I have a parkour kitten on the loose.
She has returned to my shoulder, and is scarily studying my fingers tap as I type this.
Anyway, I have been picking about five pounds of raspberries or so for every other day for quite a long time, and today, since I had a request for jam with seeds in it, well, I made some.
While I was making the jam, something I can do from memory as I have made jam a time or two, I would randomly have a kitten Velcro stuck to my pant legs at random intervals. (I just had to unstick her from my leg for the fifty-second time and put her on the floor, it's like having a toddler around).
I can't say that I didn't giggle at her derp of a look that she gave me every time she would shimmy up to my hip and just stare at me like, hello human, deliverer of kitty crunchies and snuggles.
She just typed 666. It's okay, I deleted it.
The jam turned out quite tasty, I reserved enough before I canned it so the hubs can have some on a biscuit or toast, probably both.
My next jam making foray will be of the seedless kind for pastry making reasons. I am wondering how that process will go, as Petals is only going to get bigger and more rambunctious from this point onward.
Tactical kitten evasion jam making sounds like a cool thing to put on one's resume though.
This year has been a bit odd as I am not doing nearly as many things as I have come to be used to doing in the canning and growing department. Some of that is due to the heathens launching and moving off into the world. And honestly, I haven't minded scaling back a bit, leaning into small batch production, and realizing I don't have to pick and freeze a metric ton of things like blueberries.
Yet, as I stood there stirring my bubbling jam, I had to smile, for there are some things that are always going to feel normal.
My arm being gnawed on like a piece of corn on the cob is not one of them. I gotta run, there's a kitten to jettison!
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your kitten is such a cutie, i have one like that too! and that jam looks delish, i love to put jams on bread, taste good!
Awesome run! Parkour really takes skill and confidence. Great job! 👏
@generikat What a cutie cat...Oh its been a long time since I ate bread with jam . This jam is great for an afternoon coffee with bread
Ahhhh, the joys of having a kitten.... :))
Thanks Professor B!!!
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Thank you so much! She is a wild little thing but a ton of fun, and I love jam on bread too:)
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Ooh, you have inspired me to bake a loaf of sourdough bread just to eat some of that jam on while I enjoy a cup of coffee! Hope you found a delectable snack to enjoy😊
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It's sometimes joy spelled out on you in microscratches, right? lol lol!
I've got two here right now, an orange came over to visit from the other ranch house, there are shenanigans 😆
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With 2? Oh, I bet there’s shenanigans!
My husband and I have agreed that when our current aging cat dies, we will have no more pets. From a practical point of view, it makes sense. They are tripping hazards, and cause extra work and expense. But every time a see a cute kitten, I want one...
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