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Jul 9, 2006
I make jam, am in love with jelly, can’t resist a great pickle and feel like the richest person on earth when my pantry (some call it a larder) is full of jars of all shapes, sizes and colors bursting with the fruits of the season. I can’t make a meal without opening one of those jars, tasting it and for a brief moment being transported to the day it was made. I am in love with an organic farmer; my mother says I fell into a pot of jam. I sell what I make but will never be rich in a monetary sense, my wealth and happiness come from sharing what I love to do. Corny but it’s true.