Wednesday, January 23, 2008

John Bought Jelly


Sorry this is picture of two jars of jelly is blurry. I have an old camera (that would be three years old). I've always liked preserves, my mother used to make her own jellies and applesauces and also can peaches and tomatoes from our garden. An old friend from Pennsylvania sent me a jar of black raspberry jelly that one of her friends made; but Isa and I had finished it. Yesterday John asked if we wanted anything from the store. Some jelly, I told him, but only if it's something good.
John returned with the jar on the left, and I'll list the ingredients:
Grape juice
corn syrup
high fructose corn syrup
pectin
citric acid

Basically, John bought jelly with no fruit in it. Or sugar, the two ingredients I'd asked for.

The second one Isa and I got later tastes much better:
Raspberries
sugar
cane sugar
concentrated lemon juice
fruit pectin

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6 Comments:

Blogger John Levenstein said...

in my defense, i also bought candy

January 23, 2008 6:18 PM  
Blogger frank b. said...

Jolly Ranchers, I assume?

January 23, 2008 7:09 PM  
Blogger Robert said...

Once in high school I went to McDonald's and John asked me to get him a quarter pounder with no cheese, the only thing he'd eat. I brought him back a Big Mac, proudly thinking I'd gotten his order correct.

(My guess was Bernie. The headline gave it away).

January 23, 2008 7:10 PM  
Blogger Bernie said...

I noticed that Ralph's supermarket also carries an Organic Version of the jelly that John bought us. I can picture it now, the mother shrugging to herself, mumbling, "huh! it's organic!" and chucking it into the cart next to the organic cheez whiz and the organic lunchables

January 23, 2008 7:57 PM  
Blogger Chris said...

Yeah, he did buy candy, Bernie. And that has lots of fruit in it!

January 24, 2008 8:26 AM  
Blogger Chris said...

My mother canned all sorts of fruits when we lived in Indiana. Of course, I never understood why it was referred to as canning when it was all stored in glass jars.

Anyway, she must've had 30 or 40 glass jars lined up on top of cabinets encircling the entire kitchen, but not once do I recall one of those jars ever coming down and being opened. They ended up seeming more like a macabre museum of fruit specimen jars. Victims of my mother's fruit murdering ways.

January 24, 2008 8:32 AM  

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