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Megan Jordan parents and writes by the same theory: the beauty is in the threadbare. "Relish the Velveteen. Revel in the Threadbare." underscores her personal blog, Velveteen Mind. Mother to three in Gulfport, Mississippi, Megan infuses her writing with depth as rich as bayou mud and humor bold as blackened shrimp.

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Preserving Summer

By Megan Jordan |

One of my greatest regrets is not having learned how to make strawberry preserves from my Grandma Bert before she passed away.

Every May, we would go out picking at the strawberry farms in Southern Illinois. It was such a big deal when I was little. We savored my grandma’s strawberry preserves all year; enjoying the opportunity to create them with her was an honor.

I remember next to nothing about the actual preserving process. I know boiling the strawberries was involved. Or cooking them down. Something. I remember the mason jars and the lids on the counter and knowing that everything had to go just right for them to seal correctly.

I also remember crayons and Mister Rogers as part of the strawberry preserves memories. This is a good clue as to why I don’t remember the preserving process.

Surely, we returned from picking, placed the strawberries in the kitchen, made peanut butter and strawberry preserve sandwiches with watered-down Coke (she wouldn’t let us have it straight), and then I would disappear into the living room to eat and play in front of the TV. While she preserved the strawberries.

I missed it. I was little and distracted and I missed it.

Then I was older and distracted and I didn’t want to learn.

Then it was too late.

Now I’m a mom and I don’t know how to cook hardly anything. I make a mean grilled cheese and a fine casserole if I’m really focused, but that just about covers it. My 7 year old once wrote that his favorite food that I make is homemade cookies. I have never made homemade cookies. I’m glad he liked them, nonetheless.

The reason I’ll take the credit for those homemade cookies is that it’s the memory of them that counts. I’ll take the memory. I’m not all that hung up on how it’s made.

Summer vacation has started for our family. The kids are home, though I’m still working every day from that home. Work did not, in fact, take a vacation. So we cut corners. We keep things simple. We take shortcuts through the weedy paths to memories.

Summer means strawberries to me. Somewhere deep in my childhood mind, strawberries are warming in the sun. We gather them up and turn them into something to savor later, at our leisure.

This summer, that memory is reached through frozen strawberries. We are so distracted and busy, the five of us in this family, that fresh strawberries would likely rot in the refrigerator. Let’s just be honest and save ourselves the wasted time and money.

We make the most of our summer and our leisurely mornings together by grabbing frozen strawberries out of the freezer, piling them on a plate and treating ourselves to a dollop of COOL WHIP Whipped Topping. What you add makes it. It tips the scale from “breakfast” to “breakfast treat,” which summer simply demands, doesn’t it? It’s delicious and summer and worth remembering to keep COOL WHIP on hand.

I feel like the doting summer mother I want my kids to see in their mind when they remember their Southern summers. Even if we were actually really busy and distracted and not picking strawberries fresh from the farm and freezing them ourselves. Or preserving them with love.

I am older and still distracted, but I do want to learn. It’s not too late to make the most of these days.

 

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Spinning Moments Into Memories
When Is Summer Vacation for Grown-Ups?
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8 thoughts on “Preserving Summer

  1. Blair says:

    What a lovely memory of your grandmother. Does anyone else in your family have the recipe? I feel like it needs to be your mission to learn how to make them… you can do it!

  2. Jane says:

    I agree with Blair. You’ve got to learn to make preserves. And then think of the recipes (and stories and thoughts and…) you want to pass on to your kids.

  3. Santie says:

    I agree. You need to learn to make strawberry preserves and then give a jar to me . I will put them on a thick slice of pound cake and top it off with a huge dollop of Cool Whip.

  4. Alix says:

    Even if the preserves aren’t exactly like your grandma made, you should try! OR start your own tradition with strawberries…sure you can come up with something great!

  5. Amy says:

    I bet you could find a great recipe for preserves – even if its not exactly the same, it’ll still give your son a great memory!

  6. Harmony says:

    love the idea of making breakfast a breakfast treat! it really is the littlest things our kids remember sometimes!

  7. @JustHeather says:

    I think the greatest thing I ever did was ask my grandmother to teach me how to make her homemade noodles before it was too late. We spent hours on Thanksgiving, cooking together, when I was just a young college kid. We are blessed to have her still with us, but her arthritis hasn’t allowed her to make noodles for many, many years. I serve them each Thanksgiving myself, and the year my dad announced they tasted just like his mom’s, I cried.

    Cherish the memories, even if you don’t quite have the process. I inhale the scent of fresh green peppers every year, and think of my other grandmother. I just can’t seem to grow them in my yard the way she did, but I can cut them up, munch at the kitchen tables with my girls, and remember my grandma.

  8. designhermomma says:

    my mom once told me as I freaked out about throwing a birthday party, that kids don’t remember if the favors were handmade, and they don’t remember if you slaved over the cake or not. Cutting corners is ok in my book.

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