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Show Peppermint Monday They liked the bright, showy projects, just like Grandma Ruby said they would. "We didn't win," I told Grandma after school. I tried my best to sound like it didn't make too much difference, but Grandma knew me better than that. She knew that jam had been important to me. "Maybe not this year," Grandma said with a twitch of a smile. "We may have some perfecting to do." Grandma didn't actually say we'd make the jam again, but she didn't deny the possibility either- "Maybe the stems were too green. Maybe they needed to ripen." I decided I was glad I'd made the jam. Grandma would never have to wonder how it would taste, or if it could be done. We had done it. As for the taste, it took getting used to. None of my family ever got used to it. The jars are still sitting in the back of the pantry. I think they'll be there for a long time too. Ma would never throw them out. I kept the jar with ribbon and lace on my dresser in my bedroom. My room was kind of a quiet lavender, it needed some sunshine yellow to brighten it up. |
