"Jamming" by Bob Marley always reminds me of being 17 years old, and working as a waitress in a restaurant/bar in University Circle in Cleveland.
Saturday, I took the morning off from my duties at our Farmers' Market so I could go see my Mom who lives on the east side of Cleveland proper. We went to another Farmers' Market that morning. The Coit Road Farmers' Market
was where I worked when I was a young teenager, back in the '70s. I absolutely loved that job, and couldn't wait until Summer so I could could work both on Wednesdays and Saturdays. During the Summer, I worked for Elsa and Joanie, who sold apples from the farm they worked at. During the cooler months, I worked for a family that sold eggs.
Mom and I had a good time visiting that Market. There has been a group of dedicated people, trying to keep that Market alive, and it shows. Mom bumped into someone she knew, I bumped into people I knew, and met some of the Market's organizers.
While I was gadding about in Cleveland (after I dropped Mom back off home, I went downtown Cleveland to see what was happening at The Cleveland Flea
, and then stopped in the neighborhood called Tremont -where I lived in the early '80s - to visit a friend's art gallery), my husband had stopped by our Farmers' Market and picked up some goodies for us. One of the things he brought home was a huge bag of peaches.
He made a beautiful peach cobbler, and then I made some plum/nectarine with allspice jam with fruit left over from the week.
Now I'm off to the kitchen to use up the rest of the peaches for some sort of peachy jam