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After the u-pick berry fest

I looked up, so to speak, from jam-making, incredulous to hear chuck-wagon racing on television in the living room. Enough said.

An impromptu berry-picking bonanza yielded enough raspberries to make nine jars of raspberry sauce (jam that refused to set), with a half-jar left over for immediate consumption and enough gooseberries for a batch of preserves, if I follow the recipe correctly. And enough bought cherries to put up a batch of brandied cherries, thanks to an idea from my Jewish mother, Sharon.