Domestication

In the two years that I have been married, I have found myself becoming more and more domestic (having children increases it more). During my single years I was perfectly content to eat a quick meal, sometimes just toast and a can of green beans and pick up whatever looked good at the grocery store or just grab something to go. But that would not satisfy my husband. So now I plan weekly menus, make shopping lists, cook full dinners, clean the house almost every day, and make jam. Yes, I make my own jam. It started about a year ago when the apricot tree in our backyard exploded with fruit. My husband picked them and taught me how to make jam (he comes from a large family where making jam and canning food from the garden was an annual event). A few months later the plum tree came into production and my husband's aunt gave us three bushels of apples from her tree. With his help, we make plum jam, apple sauce, apple butter, and plum apple butter. Then yesterday I, on my own, made strawberry jam and I am contemplating make raspberry as well. I really don't like jam all that much. I rarely put it on toast or make PBJ sandwiches. But my husband can go through a jar of jam a week. It make economic sense to make my own. I just never thought that I would. But I have to admit that homemade jam tastes a whole lot better than store bought.