Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

I had cleaned up my lunch, grassed in front of the front door, and peeked into the bowl of strawberries and the sugar was moist. Still ripe strawberries, good moisture.

Let's finally boil it! Nevertheless, there is no great hassle. The point is to boil at once in a pan as large and deep as possible with a high degree of thermal power that does not stick out.

The mansion's kitchen just has some magic equipment. Like this' fire stick 'wizard would have for example... but it's me. Vegetable chopsticks. The length and atmosphere are very similar to vegetable chopsticks.

Beneath the five virtues of the stove section is a donut-shaped flat black stone. Along the inner hooch of the stone, a small red stone on the tip will catch fire after a few rounds of luxury chopsticks. Fire regulation and extinguishing shall be operated by the switch bar at hand on the stove.

... In my heart, I call it a chukka stick. The accent is cha, at the. Even though this is about it, I can use it without feeling comfortable. I knew it was strange. I wonder what's going on with the fuel.

I keep mixing it over a strong fire for a while and it boils down, and the white bubbly ac springs up, so I try my best to soak it up. At this time, it really buoys up to the top, so it's better to have a deep pot.

If you're just desperate for the dull one, you can burn it at the bottom of the pan, so be sure to stir the whole thing up, weaken or strengthen the fire reduction so it doesn't blow away. Well, basically strong. Otherwise it won't boil forever, and I feel the color is prettier to finish in a short time. Oh, I'm a pie who can't put lemon juice in it. Wherever you like.

Moderate if you want to leave strawberry grains behind, and if not, thoroughly crush strawberries with perforated balls, whilst always stirring and not scorching.

When the thin foam becomes big with the bokombo, and the overall shine comes out, it's time to finish.

Stop the fire and check the boiling condition. It can be cold for a small plate to see how thick it is, or it can be seen by whether it drips just a little in a cup of cold water and solidifies. It gets stiff when it cools down, so I wonder if the trick is to stay hot and not check it. Well, but I also prefer thickening.

Place until about the ninth minute in a boiled disinfected bottle while the jam is hot, cover and turn over to cool. Yes! I can ~. You're early, I've already done it.

Now I can afford it at room temperature for about three months, but if I want to store it for a longer time, put the lid on top and arrange it in a pan, add water and set it on fire until all the bottles are hidden. If you boil enough and then stop the fire and let it cool naturally as it is, oh wonder. The bottle is in a vacuum. Long lasting!

When I was having fun boiling, Dr. Daniel asked me for a visit. I'll give you a souvenir on your way home.

They were watching. Look at them!

Hey, if you're shy!

Yeah, is there a way over there? Wow, I didn't know...... they were watching me float around on strawberries and even crouch and scratch my ankles tight.

Yeah, Mark, can you give me a call, please? I can't believe I told Dr. Daniel. Even this romance grey guy treats me like a child. You said you were twenty-eight years old.

No, I'm never underestimated or frightened, and I feel fond, but I'm itchy! I'm not used to being spoiled!

When I was eleven, my grandmother was old, and after my parents died in an accident at the age of thirteen, I never sweetened anyone, so I forgot how to do it.

Huh, brother? Super my-paced his motto is an independent walk. Yeah, that's the kind of guy. If I didn't meet your sister-in-law, I'd be sure to be alone. Thank you, sister-in-law, for getting me sick of love.

Truth is, it's a nostalgic memory that I rubbed my mind until my wedding day to see what I could do if I got sane and was discarded. Well, I've been married for six years, but the disease still doesn't seem to be healing. I wonder if getting along is beautiful.

It was tough back then when my parents died. I had no other relatives to go out with my late grandmother, and I was sending that day in the favor of my neighbors and school teachers. I guess it was salvation that my brother was an adult. The following year, he finally settled down after his brother graduated from college and took a U-turn job.

The reason I disposed of a thoughtful suburban house and bought a cozy apartment near my brother's workplace in the heart of the city is "snowflake"...... Maintenance of a house in the North takes time. Especially in winter. Not very much for me, a junior high school student while doing chores, and my brother, a new employee busy at work, but I can't keep up.

The road in front of the house is a little narrow, so the city snow truck doesn't pass me often either. I encourage my neighbors to move an even bigger shovel, resenting the snowfall. It was a routine tea meal that the road, which had finally taken shape after nine o'clock at night, was buried with fresh snow when I woke up in the morning.

Even the garden has to take care of the roof. I worked hard for about two years, but rather than see the house my parents have cherished hurting at us, I decided to take advantage of my junior high school graduation.

That apartment, built slightly narrower for the family, had many retired couples who had been resettled for the same reason. And then there's the newlywed who works together. It's still snow, it's tough. It's heavy.

Snowflakes don't need residents because the management company does. Plus, even if it's a North Country specification, the apartment is still warmer than a whole house. There are no stairs in the house, and they are accessible. The janitor keeps my stuff even in my absence. Anything keeps an eye on me. Sometimes it would have been an apartment of elderly friendly specifications.

In an average older apartment, the siblings who lost their parents were much adored. Guys, I think you're sweet or you must have been free. In the morning and evening, if I see him, I will be held back and brought vegetables made from pickles or boiled vegetables. In fact, the meal was helpful. I got dozens of them, I honestly wondered what to do with the chisel strap...... Even though each one was adorable, it was kind of awesome and powerful when the numbers got together.

And even if we get along, we're all older, so we're just going to be gone.

It's inevitable, but I knew I was sad every time.

"That's not how it works. I wish I hadn't had to go out with you if you still cared."

... I remember. This was the word he told me when he remembered it and put it in his mouth for a long time.

It doesn't matter now if the sincerity of this statement was to comfort me, pissed off at me for being helpless, or just a manifestation of the paleness of my relationship.

Right, and I remember feeling crushed at the soft spot of my heart as I gave it back.

Whether it's about nature or having no choice, sad things are sad, and lonely things are lonely. I didn't want an opinion on anything, I'm just glad you asked me, "It is."

I think it's something we've been dating for six years a lot without being able to correct each other for those little hanging differences.

I was blurry and wonderful as I cleaned out the laundry, and the houseroom door was knocked and Lady Adelaide turned up.

"Margaret, how about this? The cloth is sturdy, and the color isn't very noticeable when it's stained with dark eyes."

What you're holding is a blue one-piece dress. If you look closely, it is a fine ground patterned woven fabric with an understated lace of the same colour on the collar and hem. An empty understated V-neck makes the sleeves seem easy to move. I tried it on as they told me and it was the right size. I think it looks pretty good on me.

"Oh, that's good. Well, here you go, too. But are you sure? With this old shaped dress."

I like this! And again and again, Adelaide finally convinced me.

Clothes... Adelaide's outfit is adorable. Indeed, it is slightly different from the clothes of women in the village. Maybe the mold is old, as the person says, but this one looks better to me. The same one-piece dress doesn't require a tight corset because it doesn't emphasize the waist or chest very much, and loose cutting makes it easy to move. Skirts aren't bloated in vain, either.

Here's how cute it is to be simple and hold the point.

Looks like there's a difference between clothes and kimonos if you try it on this one, but to me they're both more remote outfits. New old doesn't make sense. Then I think it's natural flow that you like. It's not like you want to haunt the villagers with biscuits and corsets. Before that, the corset is tough on a thin body in Mongolian shape, and it hits the bone!

Dear Adelaide, who wore it while caring for even her clothes when she was younger. Sure, it may not be a praiseworthy act as an aristocratic woman, but I know how it feels.

At this age of nearly thirty, jumping on novelly designed clothes is less and makes me want to rotate clothes I like… even if they are slightly out of fashion. Oh, I know, it's a step in obasanization, isn't it, Hi? Understanding doesn't convince me! I mean reopen it, give me this.

Such a collection of Adelaide clothes is given way at all costs. Thankfully.

She said she would have to go to Wangdu once the injury was completely healed, so I wish she could see it in the bookstore over there at that time. Because there is no big cloth shop here.

This village is at a critical distance for day trips to the Wang capital, and all the little shopping goes over there, so what is in the village is biased towards shops selling necessities. Eight hundred houses, butchers, blacksmiths. I have accessories and underwear, but I don't handle clothes very well. There are no precious metal stores. Oh, there was no confectionery shop either, some baked confectionery in the corner of the bakery. Cook all the sweets yourself. They have a confectionery shop in Wangdu for gifts...... I'm a little concerned.

"But is it really going to be okay? If your body gets hard, tell Daniel to rest. Don't push it."

Oh, a really sweet care. I've never had anyone worry about my body, so every time someone tells me not to, I want to. Let's be careful.

Thank you, and thank you for your clothes. What are these blue clothes for... Actually, Dr. Daniel just left asked me to babysit the clinic.

Once or twice a week, half a day at a time, so I was wondering if you could deal with the child coming to the clinic.

There is nothing like a nursery in this village. He wants to go to the clinic because of his illness or injury, but he can't, and he wants me to help a mother with a little kid or an old man. The point is, the amulet between check-ups.

If you feel safe, you can easily come and see me before the symptoms get worse, and it will heal quickly as a result. Indeed it is.

"I'm having Mark babysit me now, but you're not very good. Even this one, it would be better if you stayed with me as an assistant."

Mark's the guy, and the kid's in trouble. Somehow, that guy is a good hit, but he doesn't show his heart, or he puts a line with others? Although not by this time, I also feel a lot more alert in the beginning. In the first place, I wouldn't even be the type to move on from myself and play with children.

Blindfolded and tall in blonde hair. My face is so good in the wind that it's very popular with my young daughters in the village, but I'm not happy with it or using it well, but I'm floating like I'm not interested... Are you okay, Mark? You were supposed to be younger than me. Are you already dead? Your sister will be worried.

Ha! That way!? No, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that. Let's sneak up on it next time. Sister, I'm normal, but tolerable, because I don't look at you with weird eyes! Yeah, if this is the case, you should have listened to Yoko properly. You don't know much about me... I might not be able to consult you at all. But if you're serious, I'll back you up, let me handle it!

"Everyone in the village already knows about Margaret. You don't have to have a voice to shop, do you? I can't talk to kids who can't read, but I think you'll be okay."

Tea-eyed teacher told me to get paid properly. He comes to see me like he did today, in the form of me going, and it reduces my teacher's hassle and it's two birds a stone... Doctor. There will be less excuses to see Master Adelaide, are you sure? Oh, you look like you don't have to worry. Good.

“You'll be fine”... Yeah, thanks for buying me that much, Dr. Daniel. If anyone else told me this, I must have worn the view that it would be a compliment for the 'invitee' 's enclosing purpose anyway. But Dr. Daniel can believe it. There are many reasons, but most importantly, because Master Adelaide believes in teachers.

That's why I was supposed to sew between housework at the mansion and try nanny at the clinic starting next week.