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Friday, June 18, 2010


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Barbara Andolsek Paintings

Oh the memories I have of my Grandmother's jams. We were the laborers, send the kids out and pick blueberries, raspberries, blackberries. We had them all... but after helping and watching, there is no way on earth I would do this unless it was an absolute necessity. You're right about the awesome flavor of fresh jams though... there's simply nothing like it.

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