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Sept. 20, 2015

birthday cake

So, today is my birthday as many of you already know. Thank you for the many wishes.

That is not my cake above as if you know me, you know that I prefer a Birthday Pie.  Elderberry when in Ohio where they can be pulled out of some relative’s freezer.  Otherwise, any pie will do.

birthday pie

That is the Pie I get today.  The photo was texted to me last night as a teaser for what I can expect today when our group of Mom’s get together for an afternoon of fun today.

I’ll let you know  the rest of my birthday weekend later but thought I would share this:  I’ve decided that my present to myself is to get back to blogging.  I’ve missed it and what it provides for me – mainly an outlet and connection with folks I love and don’t get enough time with.

There were a couple of events over the summer that got me clogged up in my inability to convey and so my other summer stories just got jammed up as well.

I wasn’t writing anything down, so it didn’t take long for feelings to also stack and soon got to the point of “there are so many little stories to tell, I can’t begin to know where to start”. So I didn’t.

Since birthdays are one of those markers of time where we can stop and think of the past year and be hopeful of the next, it seems a good place for me to jump back in.

So, good, bad or indifferent, get ready to see the musings of my days or weeks. I hope you’ll follow along and add a comment or two along the way..



Best jam ever


I received a message yesterday from my talented caterer cousin saying: “Hey, I have an order to make 200 4 oz jars of jam/jelly for wedding favors! Don’t you and Teresa (my sister) have some killer jam recipe? I remember hints of a story of you two licking up some tasty jam you made together???? Do you have the recipe? Does it work with strawberries?”

She remembered hearing of this killer jam that we had made together some years back that we raved about.

It was the best jam ever.

tripple berry jam
I told my cousin it was blackberries, raspberries and blueberries and the recipe would be generally the instructions from a Sure Gel box. I further explained that we considered recipes to be a bit like the Pirate Code: Not to be followed exactly, but more of a guideline.

pirate code

A chuckle was returned from her end as she relayed that they too “fix” every recipe they see to make it just how it would go best in their repertoire.

She messaged my sister as well for the jam recipe and was given about the same answer as mine.

So I got to thinking about why those batches – we made many- were so delectable.


First, the berries were all picked by our own hands that day. Second, we probably used 20lbs. of sugar (you have to adhere to the sugar guideline or it breaks jam rules). Third, it was the sweat, laughter and love that set it apart more than anything.

blackberry thorns


If you’ve never gone to pick massive amounts of blackberries, let me relay what is involved.  The berries generally are ripe when it is the hottest, most humid days of the year.  The branches are so full of thorns that they make a scared cat with it’s claws out seem like a teddy bear. So, in order to keep from having permanent scars all over your body, you succumb to wearing very heavy thick denim overalls.  Carhartts come to mind and work very well.

Carhartt overalls

Did I mention it is always the hottest days of the year that you decide to go pick?  Now you know where the sweat part comes in.

The laughter starts just before the sweat when your trying on everyone’s overalls in the house before you go out.  Older pairs are dug out that family members have outgrown thinking that those would work well.  Until you realize that we too might have outgrown them and should any bending be required, well, lets just go for a larger pair.  How is it that there are no midsize pairs and we are left in gargantuan overalls that fit the six foot guys and we are the more height-challenged Hively(mom’s family) women size?

The laughter continues as we slog through the brier patches catching every extra inch of material on every two inches of the thorny stalks and while it is personally frustrating, it is hilarious to watch the other person.

The real problem with picking fresh berries is that you can always see just a few more really good berries just another step or two into the thicket causing you to get further and further into a trap. Then inevitably, someone in the middle of all the bushes, feeling that they might never dislodge from the thorns sticking into them from all directions, remembers they didn’t go to the bathroom before heading out.  Screams of “don’t make me laugh” are shouted as there isn’t even room to bend over hoping that will help to keep from a leak.

Then there is the “oh heck, I’m sweating so much I can’t tell what’s running down my leg anyway” comment.

The laughter continues once into the house to wash and prepare the berries as probably we are giddy with the sudden weight loss and dehydration of sweating through all of the clothing.

The raspberries were picked when the blackberries were – same kind of routine with thorns and such.  The blueberries were harvested after removing he overalls and the trip to the ladies room.

Each batch varied a little in the proportions of each berry as how will one know what is best if you don’t try all combinations?  They were all so good, we never cared which one was later picked to eat.

The time spent together loving each other’s company and sharing our own stories and faux pas gets infused in those jars and is what sets them apart from anything you can ever buy.

The jam is beyond good and is like my beloved favorite pie in the world – elderberry.  I love the flavor, but it is the knowing that it takes great effort to get the berries, time spent with others in plucking for hours and someone knowing you love it making it for you that makes it the best on earth.

You can buy jam, but it isn’t the same.

Love Sally