Making Jam, Lucy and Ethel Style

I've come to accept when my sister Sandi and I decide to do a project together, we morph into Lucy and Ethel. And that's not a bad thing considering it brings laughter.

Sunday we decided to take these:

*I really took this shot so I could ask ... do her cupboards have an orange tone to them? Sandi thinks so but I don't. They aren't dark cherry, but a medium tone. I love them.

We blanched the peaches and begin the production line of skin and pit removal.

Pretty aren't they?

Wait, I see something not so pretty.

Ah-haaaa secret ingredient maybe?

(wormy)

Then they were diced and stirred with sugar ...
measured and added by Sandi because I haven't a flippin clue as to ratios.

We begin the boiling process.


And boiled.

And boiled some more.

We took the *temperature*, but it never reached the required temp.

We decided the batch wasn't cooperating.

We got out the Foley Mill.

(g00gled for photo)

Nope I had no idea it was called a Foley Mill ... did you Sandi?

We processed the whole batch through this mill,
then returned it to the stove to boil.

An hour later, this mixture was boiling like crazy,
but still not reaching the correct *temperature*

Well, hell it looks done, lets get it into the jars.

Mmmmmm, worked perfectly.

*Temperature*
Okay, so during cleanup, it was discovered this white sleeve? This one that slips over the part that goes into the boiling mixture? This sleeve that we never removed? Was probably why it wasn't giving us the right reading.

::: forehead slap :::