One
stressor off my plate. A few hours of deep sleep and an hour of cooking down
the last of the prickly pears, my mind is now much clearer than it has
been for the last two weeks. The deep red fruity-smelling juice ended up
in the freezer for use later this year, and the rest will be transformed into
delicious tasting jam this afternoon. The first batch of prickly pear jam
was so tasty and is almost gone as it shared with friends and family.
Hopefully, some of the jam from the next batch will last more than a week.
