We're nearly done with the back garden cherry glut. There are just a few left on the tree now - so dark that they are almost black; teasingly dripping sugary juice directly into the hens' run on the ground below. The children and I went to our favourite PYO very early on Saturday morning and picked six baskets of strawberries and bought a couple of big boxes of gooseberries as well - creating our very own strawberry and gooseberry glut instead.
Everyone had their own ideas of what do do with all this fruit. Cam made endless strawberry milkshakes all weekend - about ten big, juicy strawberries, a large dollop of vanilla ice cream and half a pint of milk, all blitzed up in my blender and then gulped down, while lying prone on the sofa watching the tennis.
Livvy wanted to make strawberries dipped in chocolate.
She's now tall enough to be able to stand at the stove to cook, so I showed her how to melt the chocolate over a pan of water, and then dip the strawberries in the chocolate and gently lay them down on the greasproof paper. She loves the fact that she is now tall enough to cook by herself, and wants to do it all the time.
But when I saw all the pots of jam (all eighteen of them!) gleaming in the sunshine this morning I was delighted.
Livvy's right. Strawberry jam rocks.