Archive for September, 2009

September 15th, 2009 Uncategorized | 2 Comments

 

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This peach crumble is the perfect cookingforcock dessert. Firstly, “peaches” are just so damn sexy; they’re juicy and sweet, adorably fuzzy and soft, even the word “peaches” is as cute and cuddly as a girl in a mini-skirt with a big smile and a devilish twinkle in her eyes. In culinary terms, a crumble impresses just as much as a fancy homemade cake, but without all the labour and cost. This crumble took me about ten minutes to whip together, not including baking time.  Tip: When baking for two, sometimes I make the crumble in single portion casserole dishes (you can find them at the dollar store.)  This way you and your man don’t end up eating a whole crumble. Remember, cooking for cock means staying healthy, sexy and slim!  I adapted this crumble from a Martha Stewart recipe I found on Mad About Martha.  The blueberries are my addition.  

 

Ingredients

 

8 ripe peaches, pitted and sliced

3/4 cup blueberries (frozen is fine, just rinse off any frostiness first)

Juice of 1 lemon

Large pinch of ground cinnamon

Large pinch of freshly grated nutmeg (you can even use more, the nutmeg is so yummy)

1/2 cup all-purpose flour

1/2 cup firmly packed dark brown sugar

1/4 pound (1 stick) unsalted butter, chilled and cut into thin pieces (I used 3/4 of a stick, or less)

1/4 cup quick-cooking oats (large flake Quakers looked pretty and added a nice texture)

Heavy cream (I used canned Real Whip)

 

 

Directions

Preheat the oven to 375F.

Arrange the peach slices in a buttered shallow baking dish. Sprinkle with the lemon juice, cinnamon and nutmeg. Add blueberries.

In a small bowl, combine the flour and brown sugar. With your fingers, blend the butter into the flour-sugar mixture until it resembles coarse meal. Stir in the oats and sprinkle the mixture on top of the sliced peaches. Bake until the peaches are soft and the topping is brown, about 25-30 minutes.

Serve warm with whipped cream.

 

 

Peaches and blueberries. A perfect marriage.

You can see why my friend Peter wanted to snap this picture before I put on the crumble topping. Peaches and blueberries -- a perfect marriage.

Ready to go into the oven!

Ready to go into the oven!

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Out of the oven and ready to devour.

 

 

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Radishes are the new roses. Carrots kick carnation butt. And who needs blossoms when there’s beautiful beets on the table (the leaves are edible too….)

 

Giving a lady a bouquet of fresh flowers is a standard courtship ritual.  But next time, why not ask for a bouquet of fresh veggies instead? Pretty to look at, healthy to eat and almost as costly as fresh flowers.  (Those organic carrots from the farmer’s market cost 4 bucks a bunch!)

 

Produce is the ecological, recession-friendly way to show he cares. (Even better, he gets to eat them too.)

 
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Making a picnic in the park is one of the most simple and effective ways to romance your favourite rooster.  And your picnic doesn’t just have to be “for two.”  It’s a great chance to mingle with your friends (both his and yours.)  What’s sexier than a group of hip, happy friends hanging out in the park? And trust me,  your sweetheart will love you even more when you encourage him to join a nearby soccer game, cheering him on from the sidelines with your galpals. (You should see the FC’s proud yet slightly embarrassed grin whenever I hoot and holler at a goal like a crazed soccer mom. What next? Orange slices?)

 

 

The FC in football action.

The FC in football action. (Loving your rooster means loving his favourite sport. )

 

 

This season, though the weather hasn’t always been warm and inviting, the FC and I have enjoyed many picnic celebrations, including two picnics on the same night.  This kind of predicament could only happen in Montreal. It’s just a picnic kind of town. This past weekend was no exception.

 

 

My fellow foodie friend Anton and his girlfriend Yoojung live right across from Parc Jeanne Mance and their  big purchase this summer was a portable gas bbq.  What a great idea!   This means you can have a bbq in the park and invite as many people as you want (no more cramming on your teeny terrace.)  Friday night Anton slapped some fresh burgers on the grill. Instead of making his own, Anton picked up some paddies from  Mister Steer (appparently they sell them raw as well as cooked) and, I have to say, their reputation as Montreal’s best burger joint is earned.  Yoojung made a spunky beet green salad with sesame vinaigrette.  For dessert, I decided to finally use up the basket of peaches I bought for $2.50 at my local Metro and make a peach crumble (see,  I Crumble For You, Peach Crumble).  But I wish I’d doubled the recipe. Picnics usually draw a few drop-by guests, so my crumble for six ended up having to feed nine.  But that’s okay. Picnics can’t always be planned. Often the best picnics are casual and last minute. 

 

AntoAnton's burgers from Mister Steer sizzle on the grill.

Anton's burgers from Mister Steer sizzle on the grill. With his portable bbq, Anton makes parc Jeanne Mance his very own outdoor kitchen and dining room.

 

Anton's friend Adam snapped this pretty shot of the AMAZING Mister Steer burgers.
Anton’s friend Adam Cruikshank snapped this pic. Check out his blog at www.adamcruickshanks.com

 

We were so happy picnicking in the park on Friday then we decided to do it again on Saturday afternoon. No food this time, just a group of us hanging out in the park with a six pack of beer. The FC joined a nearby soccer game, our friend Fausto strummed on his guitar, and Gigi, Daniel (co-owner of the wine bar Kashkaval in NYC) and I chatted about real estate,  then realized we were enjoying some pretty amazing “public” real estate. (In that sense, every Montrealer is a rich landowner.) All in all, it was a relaxed Saturday afternoon, and poignant too, since we all know these are the last days of summer and another minus twenty winter is just around the corner.  

 

Rina drops in on our picnic riding her Bixi bike.

Rina (who works as a product developer at Fullum & Holt) drops in on our picnic riding her Bixi bike.

 

 

I’m almost embarrassed to admit it, but we were so utterly picnic crazy this weekend that the FC and I picnicked again on Sunday, bringing baguette sandwiches to Park La Fontaine and playing a round of petanque (my new favourite game) with Gigi and Fausto. Though the air started to chill, the picnic and petanque kept us warm.  The FC was so happy he drew a heart instead of a circle to mark that spot to throw from. Isn’t that sweet?

 

Who knows– we may even have another picnic tonight?!

 

 

Fueling up the big petanque game in Parc La Fontaine

Fueling up for the big petanque game in Parc La Fontaine

 

Laura brandishes her ball.

Isn't the silver petanque ball pretty? I bought the FC a set of "Boules" for his birthday. It's a great gift idea for your favourite rooster.

Fausto takes a shot.

Fausto takes a shot. Petanque's one of the few sports you can play and drink beer at the same time!

Gigi's turn to toss. She's a sharp shooter.

Gigi's turn to toss. She's a sharp shooter.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
September 14th, 2009 Uncategorized | Leave a comment !

 

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My friend Christin posted this article on FaceBook with the note “Food for thought as I approach 30.” It’s an article about French writer Corrine Maier who wrote a book on the “cons” of having children (“40 Reasons Not To Have Children.”) For her, having kids is not necessarily the recipe for marital bliss (she feels becoming a human “feeding bottle” doesn’t do much for your sex life.) It’s harsh stuff and I wonder how her kids feels about it. (Maybe they should write a book “40 Reasons Not to Have Parents.”)

 

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/life/i-really-regret-it-i-really-regret-having-children/article784948/

 
September 11th, 2009 Uncategorized | 1 Comment

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On Labour Day Weekend the FC decided to take me canoe camping.  The plan was a 30km hike over two and half days with several portages ranging from 200m to 1k.  It was my first time portaging, and I was a bit nervous. Could I handle the physical demands without having a meltdown? Would the FC lose all respect for me if I did? And what about all those man-eating bears?

 

The portage is a great test of a relationship. Two people lugging a heavy canoe on top of their heads through the forest isn’t easy. Often the trails are muddy and steep, and most of the time you can’t see where you’re going (the canoe’s in the way.)   If a couple can survive it,  even thrive in those conditions, it’s a good sign. (After all, life has many portages.)

 

According to our camping friend and portaging super girl, Bano, she and her boyfriend usually get into a big fight during at least one portage. But I can proudly say that the FC and  I survived without even a scrap, just a lot of cursing and me asking questions like, “If I have a heart attack in the middle of the forest, how long will it take for rescue teams to get here?”  Luckily, the FC knows how to take my hypochondriacal musings with a sense of humour — and that was definitely part of  our recipe for survival. Though physically tough, the weekend was full of laughter (especially when I confused the sound of our neighbour snoring in the next tent for a bear.)

 

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The FC snapped this while I was resting in the front of the canoe. Those trees are a reflection.

 

Food was also crucial. When roughing it in the woods, meals become even more important.  Food is a reward for your suffering, and a chance to refuel.  Though the trip came about last minute,  I have to say, the FC and I  nailed the meal planning. Unlike the camping “geeks” we were traveling with (equipped with camping stoves and LED lights on their foreheads) we cooked our supper on the open fire using an old grill we pillaged from a bbq in the garbage. Though tricky at times (heat control is impossible) cooking this way felt so basic and satisfying.

 

The first night, I made a penne pasta and with homemade basil pesto.  The strong garlic and basil aromas woke up the dark forest around us (I wonder if bears like garlic too?)  I made enough pasta so we could have leftovers for lunch the next day (which were even better, spruced up with chick peas and raisins.)  The following night, I made my Tuna and Tomato Paste Quick Pantry Meal which the FC and I adore. The sauteed leek (I chopped it ahead of time and put it in plastic container) smelled so fragrant and our camping comrades eyed our pan enviously, though their fondue looked yummy too.

 

Also interesting to note, the FC, who rarely cooks or cleans at home,  took full charge of the domestic front when camping.  Tent set up. Tent fold up. Fire.   Unpacking and re-packing the food (then storing it in a tree — to proof against bears). He even washed the dishes in the lake.  I think that’s because outdoorsy sporty activities are the FC’s thing. It comes naturally to him, and I have to remember that when balancing the relationship account book in the future.   If he can be in charge of arranging wonderful trips like this,  attentively caring for my happiness and comfort as much as I do for his at home, I’m okay with that.

 

Floating down a stream in between islands. Dodging fallen trees, rocks, rapids-- at times, it was very Apocalypse Now.

Limboing under fallen trees, dodging rocks, negotiating rapids - what's not to love about canoeing?

 

Oh, there’s one other thing I have to mention. On our way to the park,  the FC’s 75 dollar Chevrolet finally  broke down — a pot hole ripped off the muffler and though the FC fastened it with a bungee cord, it still dragged on the ground, making the three-hour drive back to Montreal impossible. For a while, it looked like we’d have to portage the car home,  and we sort of did, in a tow truck.  Yet even this ordeal was met with (relative) patience and humour.  As the tow truck barrelled towards towards Montreal in the wee hours of Monday morning, we held hands, napped.   We even got most of the tow paid for by the original car owner’s CAA membership so it was like taking a cheap taxi all the way home.

 

I’m starting to believe that the FC and I can handle any portage that comes our way.

 

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Camping Food Ideas and Utensil Checklist

 

DINNERS

 

Fondue: Our camping geek friends Marco, Alejandro, Bano and Delpine had that on Night Two and it looked awesome!   This requires a camping burner. (I’d also want to throw some veggies in the mix somehow.)


Tuna and Tomato Paste Quick Pantry Meal:  Use your big pot to sautee the chopped leeks (or onion) and make the sauce.  Use your small pot for couscous. You can also add frozen peas (put 1 cup in zip lock bag and place in your cooler bag. As it thaws, it will cool other times in the bag.) Don’t forget to bring a little  olive oil in a small jar to sautee the leeks (I also place this in a zip lock, because oil tends to leek. )  Additional spices, like your chipotle, if you’re using it)  can be premixed and measured and put in foil.  Couscous can also be measured and put in plastic bag for travel (I put the bouillion cube and the spice packet in the same bag so it was all together.)


Pasta with Pesto: In the bigger camping pot  (you’ll need to travel with two)  boil pasta until cooked (penne or fusili is best). Then add in pesto. If you don’t have homemade buy the Classico and decant into a plastic container for saving weight.) Add parmesan cheese, raisins, nuts or even chickpeas for protein. (We carried the peas in a can, but you can decant them as well to save pounds.)  I also like to add chopped sun-dried tomatoes, the bulk ones, not the jarred, for weight and also the chewy texture.

 

Hot dogs travel well (though the buns can get crushed, so consider storing them in a firm plastic container which you can reuse later for leftover.) Small packets of relish, ketchup and mustard pinched from a fast food restaurant travel well, but dont’ forget to keep them in a zip lock bag in case they break and leak.  I also think Instant Mashed Potatoes are pretty nifty too (I recently  just discovered them.)  With a bean dish, canned chilli, or even a grilled meat, they’re perfect for camping.


BREAKFASTS


Instant oatmeal was warm and comforting on those frosty mornings in the woods. For camping, I like the sweetened ones with brown sugar so there’s no extra fussing with garnish. (Store out of box in zip lock bag.) I also sprinkled walnuts on top for protein.  We also toasted bread with peanut butter and jam (use jammers or put our jam and peanut butter in small plastic containers.)


Fruit Cups are easy for mornings — and give you some vitamin C.  We recycled the containers for our wine at night instead of using our coffee cups.


Vanilla soya milk in boxes are great for addint to cold cereal in the morning. The packaging can be burned at night on fire. They don’t need to stay cool, and you can drink them as refreshment and nourishment during the day as well.


For coffee, I used paper filters with a portable plastic coffee filter. For milk, I froze creamers and milkers pinched from a restaurant. They travelled well in my soft cooler bag, which we than stuffed in our knapsacks.  A frozen bottle of water, 500 ml, helped keep things cool during the day was we travelled.  I might consider bringing my stovetop espresso maker next time, but it has a plastic handle, which might not work so well. With a camping burner, this is fine and our camping friends made espresso each morning. Still, for camping, I’ve become fond of strong filter coffee, dripping over each cup.


LUNCHES ON THE MOVE


Leftovers from dinner worked well. Also, on Day 1,  we enjoyed baguette with sliced cheese, salami, and a small jar of artichokes on the side  (I’m liking “Lords” these days). Don’t make your sandwiches ahead of time, they get soggy. If you buy a loaf of bread, make sure it’s crusty and firm, and consider the kind that are not pre-sliced– this helps the bread keep its form while shoved into your knapsack.  We used baguettes which you can strap to the outside of your knapsack. (If you’re doing rapids, you’ll have to bag it.)Vanilla soya milk in boxes are great for refreshment, a snack, a sweet or in cereal in the morning. Packaging can be burned at night on fire. They don’t need to stay cool.


SNACKS


Raisins, nuts (which doubled for oatmeal garnish) granola bars, those little Bebel cheeses travel well, and apple purrees in those little tubes you suck on Our camping comrades also brought fresh firm apples, which travelled well and you can also wrap them in foil with sugar and cinnamon and throw them on the fire embers for a baked apple dessert at night.  Carrots also travel well and a humus or babaganoush dip make a great snack. I”ll do that next time, I think, since veggies are key for nutrition and also staying regular in the woods.


DESSERT


Baking apples in foil is a good idea, pudding cups, chocolate (keep it cool and protected) and of course MARSHMALLOWS for roasting.

Other ideas for keeping things cool. If you want to reheat a homemade meat sauce, or even grill sausage or steak, freeze the sauce or meat beforehand so it thaws as you travel. These will also keep anything around it also cool. This goes in the soft cool bag  (see utensils list) along with other items you want to keep cool-ish, like your cheese, creamers, etc.


Water: The FC and I travelled with only three 1.5 litre bottles. (We boiled our water for cooking at night, but  somtimes the flavours were a bit off.) We had to borrow a water filter from our camping geek friends on the last day to top up our supplies.  The filter is amazing and we’ll definitely considering getting that for next time. Of all the comforts you can travel with, this one is the best, saving precious weight as you go.


Utensils and Supplies: We took one small red camping pot (very light) for boiling water for coffee or oatmeal, or making couscous or rice, and one bigger one, for pasta and the tuna dish.  Finding a light, fireproof pot will be key for me in the future. The we brought was a bit too heavy and bless the FC for carrying it all the way without complaint.  A long spoon for stirring. One oven mit for removing hot pot from fire. Can opener.  Two cups (use for coffee and wine and water.)  Two bowls ( you don’t really need plates.)   Fork and spoon — don’t bother with plastic, old metal ones are fine and you can wash them. One knife (the FC had a Swiss Army knife that did the job.) Soft cooler bag for carrying frozen items and anything you want to keep cool-ish.


Booze: Boxed wine is light and easy to carry, and, except for the plastic lid, you can burn the carton on the fire afterwards.  1 litre goes a long way.  For something harder, I recommend a mickey (plastic bottle) of Canadian Club Whisky. It’s a Canuck camping classic and  we all took swigs from the bottle by the fire at night or a little nip when we first arrived at our camping site.


Lighting: Flashlights are good, but an LED light strapped to your forehead while dining isn’t very romantic. (Save those gizmos for your tent and taking a cr-p in the woods.) For dining and nights by the fire,  I brought a candle, but I think a little portable lamp might be nice for next time. Atmosphere counts, even in the forest.

What am I missing? Please feel free to share your camping food ideas with me.  I’ll definitely be portaging again next season.

Me, the FC, Bano, Allejandro, Delphine and Marco relax after another grueling portage.

Me, the FC, Bano, Alejandro, Delphine and Marco relax after another grueling portage.

Laura and the FC, sitting in a tree....

Me and the FC, sitting in a tree....

 
September 3rd, 2009 Uncategorized | 2 Comments

My colleague Natalie, a Montreal TV producer who’s been married for almost twenty years told me her recipe for finding lasting love with a man. “You need a solid foundation of love and respect. Oh yeah, and you need to find him hot.”

 

This wisdom shook me to my core. Why? Because it’s so obvious and true and sometimes the obvious and true is easy to miss. Finding your guy “hot” is a major ingredient in the recipe for love. It may be your man’s nose, his hair, his wicked smile or his sense of humour. Whatever he’s got, it has to make your heart flutter and your ovaries jingle.  If you don’t find your boyfriend hot, it’s not going to work. Period.

 

To me, the French Cock is the hottest man in the world.  When I ask the FC why other girls aren’t throwing themselves at him all the time he just smiles. He says he’s hot because I find him hot.

 

But the FC isn’t just being humble, he’s also right: telling a guy he’s hot can make him even hotter.  It’s like throwing his ego on the grill, or a quick pan fry of his pride. But be careful,  too many compliments and he may just burst into flames.

 

Even when the FC isn’t looking so hot, I know a few things that’ll quickly bring him back up to a boil, like his American Apparel deep V T-shirt in turquoise, his brown cargo shorts from Old Navy, and the pink girl’s sunglasses I bought for five bucks in Kensington Market and which he totally rocks. 

 

Unfortunately, men you find hot aren’t in every grocery store. It takes a bit of searching and a lot of luck. I found mine at a party that I didn’t even want to go to and I am eternally grateful to the Gods of Love who put him in my path (right by the window, smoking a cigarette, wearing a pink shirt and silver tie…)

 

So, to pay tribute to the FC’s hotness, I’m going to feature some of his most adorable photos.   I’m also going to show him this tribute when he gets home from work and he’s going to get so hot I’ll need ovenmits and a pair tongues to handle him.

 

The FC rocks the Deep V

The turquoise Deep V always brings the FC back up to a boil.

 

Mathew McAughney dead ringer?

Mathew McConaughey dead ringer? Hot.

 

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Pink sunglasses plus Deep V equals HOT!

 

FC even looks hot in a dorky hat.

The FC even looks hot in a dorky hat.

 
September 1st, 2009 Uncategorized | Leave a comment !

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How to cook a pig’s head. (Something every girl should know!)

http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/wordofmouth/2009/aug/28/fergus-henderson-pig-head-cook

 

Another very smart person tells us how and what to cook:

http://www.salon.com/mwt/feature/2009/08/31/lisa_jervis/
 

How to make fast food look gourmet food (but necessarily taste like it.)

http://www.fancyfastfood.com 

 

German poutine?

http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052970204884404574364600782551292.html

 

After reading yesterday’s post, Preserving the Relationship: A Jam Love Story,  you may think I’m a little crazy when it comes to jam.  But apparently, I’m not the only one.

Elizabeth MacKenzie, my new colleague on Producing Parker,  told me that she once prolonged dating a guy she didn’t even like just for his mother’s rhubarb ginger jam.   She stayed by her man because she couldn’t give up the jam.

So here’s a little advice for all those single guy gourmands looking to cook their way into a chick’s heart.  Forget the big three course dinners on the roof by candlelight  (J.F., you know what I’m talking about…)  Just make her, or buy her,  some quality jam.

Like a pimp to his crack whore, keep her hooked, and she might just stick around.

 

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Elizabeth gets her hit of MacKay's rhubarb ginger jam (which, she says, isn't nearly as good as the original.)

 
September 1st, 2009 Uncategorized | Comments Off on Preserving the Relationship: A Jam Love Story

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I love good jam. A good jam makes you tingle with joy. Like a psychotropic drug, it instantly transports you to a country kitchen with wild flowers on the window sill and mason jars of colourful confections filled with memories of summer past.

 

Growing up, I used to crave my neighbour Mrs MacNeil’s peach jam. In peach season, she’d always send over a special delivery just for me. Then there was my mother’s strawberry freezer jam phase, and I fondly recall the summer where we had yummy homemade jam almost every day of the week.

 

But here’s the problem with jam. Once you have the good stuff you can never go back to sugary grocery store brands. I’m so fussy I’ve even gone so far as to bring my own jam to restaurants (those little plastic “jammers” at my local greasy spoon just don’t cut it.) At first my breakfast companions wanted to hide under the table when I pulled the jar out of my purse, but soon they were smearing it on their toast.  Too bad good jam isn’t free. A small jar at my local epicerie is seven bucks, minimum.

 

Maybe that’s why, a few weeks ago, when the French Cock wanted to make a peanut butter and jam sandwich (a North American tradition he’s become inexplicably hooked on) I freaked out.  Jam with peanut butter?! This was blasphemy! How could he desecrate the delicate fruity flavours with that goopy brown paste?!  ( No offence against peanut butter, but I just don’t believe it should go with jam. With croissants, yes. Toast and butter, you bet.  Scones, a must. ) Even worse, at the rate the FC gobbles up these sandwiches I knew my expensive jam would be gone in a few days. As I wrestled the jar out of his hands and placed it back in the fridge, the FC looked confused and disappointed.  “So, no jam wiz my peanut buttare?”  His sad puppy dog eyes nearly broke me, yet still, “No,” I said firmly. But I felt awful. Normally I share everything with the FC, but not this, no, this was my jam. What could I do?

 

Determined to “preserve” our happy new cohabitation,  the next time I went to the grocery store I bought the FC a big jar of cheap non-name jam. This, I declared, was “his”  jam to use however he deemed fit; with peanut butter, pickles or even poutine!  The FC consented, but I could tell he thought I was totally bonkers.

 

And maybe I am. But if our “his” and “her” jams can save the relationship, that doesn’t seem so crazy to me.

 

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Simple Strawberry Jam

 

 

Appreciating good jam is easy. Making jam is scary. Who wants to sterilize jars and lids? Sounds like a surgical operation. So when I read this simple jam recipe in Self Magazine (offered by the cute and an incomparably hip Zooey Deschanel) then saw it again later at Pink of Perfection, I knew it was a time to make my own. The resulting jam was perfect– tart and sweet with a cheerful bright red colour (if happiness had a hue, this would be it.)  Show your man what an old-fashioned country girl you are and whip him up a batch today. (Just don’t let him have it with peanut butter.)

 

 

Ingredients

 

2 pints strawberries (one big basket)

1/4 cup sugar

1 tablespoon lemon juice

 

 

 

Directions

 

Mash strawberries coarsely in a food processor or with a masher. Pour into a sauce pan adding sugar and lemon and heat on medium-high for 8 minutes, until jam thickens and boils. Scoop jam into jar and let cool to room temperature. Lasts in fridge for seven days. Serve on toast or swirled into vanilla yogurt. Makes 1-2 small jars.