Growing up on my grandparents' farm, I learned at an early age that preserving summer's bounty was a way of life—a time-consuming way of life. We would spend days picking, cleaning, and chopping fruit. Next came hours over a hot stove making jam andsterilizing jars. But all that work was worth it, when long after we had forgotten the flavor of a fresh peach, strawberry, or fig, we opened one of those jewel-colored jars and vividly recalled the taste of summer.
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