Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

Ichigo, strawberries! Oh, my God!... Cohon, excuse me.

No, you know, an amazing Adelaide field. There are not only vegetables, but also vegetables. There were blueberry trees over there, and as far as I was concerned, every year I went indispensable for strawberry hunting and blueberry hunting, I was already tense. If you hear that you can get other berries if you go to the woods that follow from the backyard, you can't wait for that season.

So, strawberries now. I also harvested it yesterday. I will today. Pick only what turns red that day and eat it as is or use it for treats. Hey, what a luxury, delicious delicacy!

There are quite a few reds today, so I think I can make jam. I'm talking about how obsessed I am with jam.

Then you'll harvest it at a tremendous speed and return to the museum without scratching a scratch. Call me Craftsman. Yeah, I'm also polishing my tension max that holding it in one hand is a cage with a red gingham check cloth. Already, what is this Ann world? Young grass is fine.

I stroke Buddy, who waited for me at the end of the field, and I go home with him. Kah - eh, go home - what a beautiful air to enjoy singing a song without a voice...... the morning sun shines soft and brilliant over the woods and the breeze blows refreshing everywhere. Fun bird's voice.

This side of the woods behind the mansion is Adelaide's private property and the villagers don't come first, so you can't blame them for some bizarre behavior... that's great. I feel so good, I'm going to go around.

Ugh, hey, it still hurt my ankle.

I've been here about two months. They have four seasons, but I was relieved to hear that summer wasn't that hot. When it comes to that Tokyo heat and humidity! I was not used to being born in the North after years of living and lost about five kilos every summer. I'll be back in the winter. Oh, the summer in Tokyo where you're going to sweat just remembering......

And there are a lot of similar things, like vegetables and fruits, but they may be technically different. Look, in the original world, there was a variety improvement or something, but this one seems to be close to the original species and the fruit is about a turn small. The colours, shapes and seasons are also subtly different. Although I may just get used to the vegetables offered in house cultivation and don't know the season.

Well, but the taste is more like it... than clearly this one tastes better. The flavour of the ingredients is intense and honest.

Wash off the fresh vegetables and shake with salt or oil enough is ok. Even for soup, you don't need bouillon or fondbo. If you even make it with garlic (like) or esharot (like) and bacon, well, you can have Provence-style soup! No, honestly, I don't really know what the Provence style is, but it's in the atmosphere. Delicious.

Quality meats and dairy products available in Adelaide's wide variety of fields and neighborhoods. I, am confident that I have the healthiest and tastiest diet of my life. 'Cause my skin is shiny and I feel a little less luxurious... although some of this is moving due to chores and cleaning or something.

I'm not originally a mayor, and I like rice, but I like bread. I don't pay that much attention to Japanese food. The point is, if you can eat what you think is delicious, it's satisfying, just a foodie.

However, if this skin was in good condition, I felt smudged about what I was selling, but I knew cosmetics were an aid.

No, I think it's necessary, and it's very different how you take care of it? But I can change my diet, my sleep, my "life" more from the ground up...... yeah. Sakashita, I wonder if my gastroenteritis has healed. Go for it. It's a stress-free life! I can't, though! I want to cry!

Early sleep, wake up early, moderate exercise with a balanced diet in the eighth, clean air and water. I know, but what I couldn't do because of my busy schedule is routine here.

I remember before and my breasts are all over the place sometimes, but because of this, I'm going to enjoy it now.

"Oh, you're back, Margaret. Oh, so many."

Dear Adelaide, peek into the strawberries in the cage and make them seem like fun. Buddy's tail shook his neck vertically with a surprising momentum because he could finally make a jam so cute and winky. Ever since I started harvesting strawberries, I've been saying that I make jams that make jams.

Wash strawberries thoroughly in a well water sink pulling them into the front yard of the kitchen and drop soil or something.

I didn't wash it when I made the jam out of the supermarket pack. I'm a pastry chef. Because I taught that to a kid I know.

If it's dewy, it comes with soil and straw, so I wash it, but the strawberries that are sanitary-controlled and made and distributed are fine. Instead, I heard that the moisture is not good for strawberries. Sure, anything of interest other than dirt stains is going to be sterilized by heating, and you just need to take the ac down.

When it is clean, gently wrap it in a cloth and remove the water. Line up more monkeys and hit the wind. From what seems to be dry, he drops the heck out of it with a petty knife, and makes the big one half or quarter and keeps putting it in the bowl. So, measure the weight of strawberries, excluding the weight of the bowl.

If sugar was before, granulated sugar or upper white sugar. The granulated sugar is refreshing in flavor and color, while the upper white sugar gives it a rich sweetness. In the usual supermarket, the granulated sugar was stretched, so I used mostly white sugar. White sugar is going to be a little special!

The amount of sugar is exactly half the weight of strawberries.

I think this is a lot for some people. Who? If handmade, modest sweetness, what do you say? Jam is a preserved food. You won't be able to save it if you lose sugar.

In fact, I've also made sugar down to 30% of strawberries. It was good to taste the fruit taste directly, but it was stored in the refrigerator before opening, and I ended up using it plenty at a time, so I put it back on from the next season.

If you care about calories, I thought you could adjust them in quantities. I would end up using a lot if it wasn't sweet enough, so I'd be more satisfied with "a little sweet" then, I guess. You can put it in tea instead of sugar, and it goes with yogurt. Yeah, nice.

So absolutely, sugar is half the strawberry. This is an iron rule.

So, add strawberries and sugar to the bowl, cover it with dust and leave it for a while. If you don't have to worry about corruption, not a hot day, you can stay overnight. You should start boiling after the sugar moistens with the moisture out of the strawberries. If the pan is chocolate or stainless steel, melt the sugar and strawberries in the pan from the beginning and let it stay on fire.

Master Adelaide put this on the jam, and it was a calm golden color, like a copper pan... made of coveted copper. I'm not sure what metal is in this world, but in me this is a copper pan. I'm already going to nibble. What a lovely life to jam strawberries picked in the field behind the house in a copper pan or something. But copper can rust easily, so I only use it when I boil it.

Though I wasn't at all interested in fashionable slow life...... because it wouldn't be kind of realistic, arr. You don't think it's possible without someone who can afford quite a lot in many ways. Those guys' fields and kitchens are as beautiful as ornaments, what can I say, but they're lying.

True country life is more, dusty and annoying to relationships. It's not the sneakers that are in the back doorway, but the boots with the mud stains creeping in. Real farmers are really busy and laborious, so there are lots of convenient goods and plastic products in the house. Detergents take precedence over ecology over dirt removal. The real thing I know is that... well, the world seems narrow and wide, so maybe some people practice a fashionable slow life.

Even in this world, farmers and handcrafts don't seem to be very popular. That's what Adelaide was afraid to live with "because we're late" and "without convenient magic equipment".

Uh, Master Adelaide and this house, if I say it in Japan, I mean early Showa or pre-war, it seems that way. The cooker is missing, and there is no microwave or electric pot. The water is a hand pump, there is electric lighting, and the toilet is a septic tank, but the cleaning is like: The ladies in this village seem a little reluctant that I can't... That's good. Privately fine.

I didn't originally have a cooker. Because in my little cooker for living alone in my brother's back, the rice really doesn't cook well. The cooker that looks delicious and cooks is for the family and the price is surprisingly expensive. I can't cook myself every day anyway, so I cooked it in a pan. Delicious, pot-cooked rice. Except for flooding time, you can eat in about twenty minutes.

When I was a little girl, I was stuck with my grandmother, so I'm used to cleaning and ragging on old fashioned, itchy hattaches. Ok, this is clear too.

I mean, I'm not sure I can use a magic guide without magic. Says it's made for anyone to use, but I can't deal with it when something happens, absolutely not.

So it was quick to get used to it. Some things are better taught by Master Adelaide, but I think maybe he was a lot faster than your younger daughter in this world. Mud and bugs are fine... oh, there's nothing cute about making it while I'm at it. That's why you're alone. - That's okay. Pugh.

Let me put the bowl of jam in the corner of the kitchen and start lunch support as it is. Adelaide eats well in the morning and at night, but the day is very light. Something like a German cold plate. Cheese or fruit on bread, drinks. Sometimes I don't even have bread.

It was a solid lunch when I first noticed, but after I originally found out it wasn't, I had it put back. Living together is broken if you can't, especially your lifestyle. I don't give that much importance to lunch either, and there are a lot more things I want to do and have to do during the day.

That's why I make tea side by side with lunch that doesn't even need to be cooked. Chillin, and rang the bell and called Master Adelaide, laughing and joining hands, "I'll have it."