Wednesday evening when Canelo and I were on our way home from our evening walk, I saw three plastic bags underneath a mailbox. I thought what a strange place to put your garbage. Oh my, that’s not garbage. It said good jam apples for free. The garden has many apple threes and this was a good apple year. Also our tree had many but were no good because of apple worms or whatever insects. I picked a bag. No one there but I said thank you so much anyways. Next morning I made apple jam. Two glass jars and one Tupperware freezer container. Not much but so yummy on porridge, pancakes, waffles, bread or in a Swiss roll and . . . it’s home made.
Sunday afternoon I was lying on the sofa reading a book. It still was a very warm day (and still is) so the door to the terrace was wide open. Suddenly I though I heard someone calling my name from outside. Then one more time. Yes, our neighbor calling my name. I hurried out. There she was on the other side of the fence, smiling saying sorry to disturb. I said no, no, it’s OK I was just reading and was so into the book it took me a while to really come out of it back to the reality. Well, she said, just came to tell you if you are interested and want some apples you are welcome to pick. Was I interested, yes, yes, thank you I said. We have one apple tree of our own but this year the apples are no good at all. The worms have destroyed them. I went over and picked about two kilograms.
The next day I washed and cleaned the apples thoroughly. Usually I peel and core but this time I didn’t as my husband says the jam is much tastier by leaving them. I searched the web for recipes. One, with the ingridients sugar, cinnamon, lemon and vanilla, caught my attention. The vanilla was new to me. Next time I’m making apple jam I will put some vanilla into it.