Sometimes, I don’t think things through. I mean, I intentionally resist seeing the whole picture. I started on a jamming slam this week, churning through kilos of strawberries, rhubarb, cumquats and pears, melting them into jars with clip lids. The act of hulling, weighing, stirring and bottling kept my mind in a kind of stasis, away from planning and worry. … Continue reading Resisting the whole picture