I have been a whir of action today: exercise, grocery shopping, pedicure, random errands, the first jam, and now a second. With the two pounds of beautiful Italian prune plums that I schlepped home from the Union Square Greenmarket in NYC, I have just made a batch of a foodie friend's Spiced Plum and Port Jam. I omitted the pectin, added a bit more sugar, cooked the jam down longer (and so ended up with less jam than the author got) and will be so thrilled that I made this when fall ushers in cool mornings that just beg you to slather this over warm bread. I will also willingly part with a few at the Circle Yoga Arts Market on Sept 7. See my Events Calendar for more information! I whirred through all these activities so that I could be all ready to go pick up my boys and Mom tonight. Sadly, their flight from Lake Charles was delayed so long that they'd then miss their flight from Houston. Instead they'll fly in tomorrow afternoon. Mom is wiped from having been up with sick Ol the past three nights, and he has just today started to improve, so she's actually glad about the delay: she can sleep; his ears can get a bit better. I can get behind that good logic and so instead of greeting all my loves who I've not seen in a week, I will instead have a last empty-house date with my hubs.
Inexplicably, I am singing The Farmer in the Dell to myself. Be gone with you, irritating song!