So last night I had a dream about my grandmother's homemade raspberry jam. You have to understand something about this jam...it is a rare commodity these days. Everyone on my dads side of the family could easily devour a mason jar on their own.
One of my favorite memories of this jam was back in the Winter of 1987. The whole family gathered at Grandma and Grandpa's on M Street. Aunts, uncle, cousins...we were all there for dinner. Jason happened to be invited for this supper too...I believe it was the first time everyone met him (and fell in love of course!). The table was packed...elbow to elbow. I don't remember exactly what we had for dinner that night, but I do remember the hot fresh rolls and the raspberry jam that adorned the table. Grandma poured out the jam into her decorative crystal dishes and everyone took their turns diving in. Halfway through dinner, grandma was aghast and declared we needed to slow down! We had already eaten through 2 jars of her raspberry jam. We all started laughing and commenting on how much this family loves her jam! Grandma only brings it out for 'special' occasions now...and when she does she watches us like hawks.
Anyway, my dream was about eating this jam. I could literally taste the jam in my dream. Part of my dream was trying to convince grandma to make some jars just for me. Her Great-Grandbabies already know the importance of this jam and they deserve a taste!
Maybe I could persuade her in her 83 year old youth to make one more batch....
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Absolutely no one makes better rasberry jam than your Grandma, my Mom. I have fond memories of hot bread and rasberry jam for a snack. To this day my preference for jam is rasberry and when I have it I remember the home made jam from Mom.
i love to hear those stories about your sweet grandma, whom i've never met but have heard so much about.
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