I remember the gorgeous smell of the house when my mother was making jam. She would stir the sticky mix with a wooden spoon, enveloped in the sweet-smelling steam as it wafted up from her special jam-making pan. Jam jars would be sterilized and linedup like a military platoon ready for action. "Keep back, you'll get scalded," she warned as I leaned in to watch the jam bubbling and to breathe in the full, rich, fruity smell that would be the envy of any winery.
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机译：当母亲正在制作果酱时，我记得房子的华丽闻。 她会用木勺搅拌粘稠的混合物，在甜食蒸汽中包裹，因为它从她的特殊堵塞平底锅中飘了起来。 Jam Jars将被灭菌和衬里，就像准备采取行动的军用排。 “留下来，你会被烫伤，”当我靠近我倾向于观看果酱冒泡并呼吸充分，富含果味的气味，这将是任何酿酒厂的羡慕。
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