Are you drooling yet?

Lately Amy and I have been creating magic in the kitchen.  Last Monday we turned three flats of fresh blackberries into 21 jars of seedless blackberry jam.  I borrowed my mom's old juicer to prep the fruit and remove the seeds.  I have memories of that thing as far back as I can remember.  My mom would use the grinding attachment to grind wheat into flour for homemade bread, creating a flour cloud in the house.  In the summers, we'd go out as a family to one of the many humongous patches of wild blackberries along the river by our house.  I'd complain and get freaked out by the bees, but eventually we'd fill our buckets with berries and take them home for my mom to make jam.  So last Monday when I was running our berries through that old juicer, the smell took me back.  And when I tasted the finished product, I was that kid again.  I wasn't sure if it only tasted so delicious because of the memories associated with it, but when we sold all the jam by Friday, I figured it must taste pretty darn good to everyone else too. 

And then there are the cupcakes.  I don't mean to boast, but they are a huge hit.  After Amy's husband took some to work with him to share with everyone (along with some classy fliers), it really took off from there.  We've had a few huge orders, and last week we delivered assorted cupcakes to 11 different business around town, as Christmas gifts from another business.  Next week we're catering the local Taco Bells' Christmas parties (we provided cupcakes for their Thanksgiving party too).  And word just keeps spreading!  We're pretty excited about it.  And pretty proud.