When I first got really curious about cooking, some dozen years ago, jams and preserves were one of the first things I tackled. Jam just seemed so We're Officially Cooking Now. Making something you can buy in the store? What a thrill. I felt like a grown-up, with my little pots of overcooked strawberry jam.
But these days, I can't remember the last time I made jam or pickles. I just really can't be bothered — except for very specific instances. Can you relate to this? Or is preserving always a part of your summer routine? Here's a little more on what pushes me to actually make jam.