Cousin knows I like strawberry, so he bought a big bag, at least two pounds. But a man is a man, he must've scratched a lot of them, or he would've gone soft. But you can't waste his mind, picking out the long, ugly blueberries that have been in the fridge for days, pouring into red wine, highlighting the smell of the berries, and a few red cherries, and turning them into these two beautiful bottles of jam. I sent a bottle to my cousin's daughter, and he's still happy because he picked the strawberries...
