I've always felt that I was raised at the kitchen table, being the oldest daughter.  It was there, surrounded by the comforting aromas of home cooked meals and my mama's guiding hands, that I learned the true meaning of love, family, and the power of sharing good food.  The kitchen became not just a place to cook, but a space where memories were made, manners were taught and traditions were passed down.

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As life would have it, I found myself back at that same kitchen table during one of the most challenging times of my life - while my sweet mama was transitioning.  In the midst of the emotions and reflections, I turned to something familiar making jam stirring those pots, carefully preparing each jar, I realized I was continuing a tradition that connected me to my mama and all the moments we had shared in the kitchen.

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Each jar of jam I make carries a part of that legacy.  It's more than just fruit and sugar it's the warmth of family, the comfort of tradition, and the love that my mother taught me to put into everything I do.  I hope that when you enjoy these jams, you feel a little of that love and a lot of the joy that comes from sharing something made with love.