It should be either the one bold, brilliantly-timed move that catapults me into a better future, or it will be a monumental failure, resulting in financial agita, serious questions about my sanity, and teenaged levels of stress-induced acne. In the kitchen right now are thirteen pounds of rhubarb and ten pounds of strawberries, literally stewing in their own juice, aided by equivalent weights of sugar. As soon as I return from my early-morning run to Zabar's for more mason jars, I will have what I hope are dozens of jars of rhubarb and strawberry jam. It is, literally, the batch that will make or break Bakerina Kitchens. But this is another story for another time, namely, the time when the jam is finally put up, sometime this afternoon. Until then, dear friends...have you ever wondered what thirteen pounds of rhubarb, eight quarts of strawberries and their body weights in sugar look like?
Edit: Mercy. I am happy to report that there is rhubarb and strawberry jam, and lots of it. Alas, I can't add it to Bakerina Kitchens just yet, as it still needs to be decanted into jars. Once it is, though, linkiness will follow.