I remember very vividly the times I’d visit my Memaw during the summer months of my childhood. I can still picture all of the snacks and mason jars she had stacked up in her pantry, and how she’d always leave her tomatoes sitting in the window sill for the sun to shine on. She’d always fix me snacks while we watched The Price is Right together, and then I’d go outside to play while she caught up on her “stories” – aka soap operas.
The summer months were the very best, though, because that meant one thing in particular: Fresh canned pickles and jams. And my Memaw could make some of the very best – no doubt about it!
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