I made jelly and then I blogged about it.
In a moment of post-preserving insanity, I also entered the jam. Since I’m representing last year’s winner’s jam as well as my own on the day, this should be amusing. (Note: by amusing, I may mean awful.)
The showdown happens on the 25th at the City Market — if you come, you can try my jelly. (Note: that sounds dirty but it’s not.) Please tell me you like it, even if you don’t. (That sounds like a joke but it isn’t. (I’m not interested in constructive feedback. Eat that jelly like you mean it, friends. LIKE YOU MEAN IT.))
In conclusion, here is a picture of my cat: