I have a long lived love affair with preserving food, and the question of 'why' does come up. It's not like we live on a farm, we are city folk, and it's a coin toss as to whether the economics of growing, picking, canning, and drying even works out. For me, it's all about connections; to the food, to a process, to a season that has long since passed and a family outing with babies that were lighter on the hip. When I crack open a jar of blueberry jam on a chilly morning in January, I taste the August heat and remember berry stained fingers. It's such sustenance during these dark days; the food, and the memories.
We used Rachel's recipe for the jam, and it is wonderfully unsweet. No pectin, no sugar, just the deliciousness of blueberries with a little honey and lemon. Oh August... you are looking pretty good right about now!