There are a handful of things in life that really scream home. For me one of those things is homemade strawberry jam. When my mother was growing up she would wake up early, crawl around in the sand and bugs to pick a few quarts of strawberries, then make jam with her mother all day. My mom hated picking strawberries, so when I was growing up we would buy them from the local farm stand, and I would help her in the kitchen by either measuring and pouring the sugar, stirring the jam or mashing the berries.
After living abroad and not having access to homemade jam, I spent the afternoon with my mother a few years back and learned the recipe. This year I came home just in time for Michigan strawberry season, and I spent the day jamming out to the Allman Brothers on Pandora with my mom while we made two double batches of strawberry jam. The results were delicious, and it was a great afternoon spent carrying out a much beloved tradition.
What traditions do you have in your family that you’ll carry on?