Strawberry jam, in its wondrous texture and flavor should bring joy and happiness to your life, not pain and sorrow. But let me tell you, it isn't always smiles and rainbows. I made strawberry jam for the first time yesterday. I was putting the jars in the RAPIDLY BOILING WATER to seal them and the third jar was obviously trying to rebel against the heat. Right as it was placed into the scorching hot pot, boiling water shot up at me and doused my arm in excruciating heat. I threw my clamps across the kitchen and groaned in agony. Why!!!! Why me? Why would you do this, jam? I only wanted to share your goodness with my family (and biscuits) this Christmas! After I gained my exposure, I fought through the pain and finished placing the jars in the water, with complete paranoia, waiting for one to strike again. I set my timer and then got a cold washcloth on my arm. The burn was turning purple.
I called JT and he came all the way home to bring me burn ointment (yeah, that's my man). I didn't think it would blister but 4 hours later I started to welt up and blister. (Great....) Then over night, my tossing and turning has now ripped the blister off, leaving a very unattractive open, throbbing wound. (eww). That's gonna leave a mark. Which brings me to my next thought, or observation, if you will. Are you ready for this? A lot of different things touch or brush against your arm through out the day. Purses, food bags, computer tables, pillows,
counters, cupboards, jackets, and the list goes on. BUT the worst thing that has touched my "wound" is Jerry's plastic dinosaur. Yeah, I know, it doesn't seem bad. But it was the the pointy, plastic dinosaur tail that stabbed right in the middle of my open blister. Needless to say, Jerry had no idea why I suddenly screamed out in pain while buckling his car seat. All in all, I would say the experience was worth it because my jam turned out beautifully. Every jar sealed perfectly and the jam is already set. Sometimes we have to experience unpleasant circumstances to see the good in others. I am thankful for burn oinment and the accessibility we have to it. I know if it was the other way around and none of the jars sealed or the jam ended up being a soupy mess, I would say "I'd take a scar to have my jam turn out good."
I called JT and he came all the way home to bring me burn ointment (yeah, that's my man). I didn't think it would blister but 4 hours later I started to welt up and blister. (Great....) Then over night, my tossing and turning has now ripped the blister off, leaving a very unattractive open, throbbing wound. (eww). That's gonna leave a mark. Which brings me to my next thought, or observation, if you will. Are you ready for this? A lot of different things touch or brush against your arm through out the day. Purses, food bags, computer tables, pillows, 
counters, cupboards, jackets, and the list goes on. BUT the worst thing that has touched my "wound" is Jerry's plastic dinosaur. Yeah, I know, it doesn't seem bad. But it was the the pointy, plastic dinosaur tail that stabbed right in the middle of my open blister. Needless to say, Jerry had no idea why I suddenly screamed out in pain while buckling his car seat. All in all, I would say the experience was worth it because my jam turned out beautifully. Every jar sealed perfectly and the jam is already set. Sometimes we have to experience unpleasant circumstances to see the good in others. I am thankful for burn oinment and the accessibility we have to it. I know if it was the other way around and none of the jars sealed or the jam ended up being a soupy mess, I would say "I'd take a scar to have my jam turn out good."
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