A post about JAM

Sometimes when I miss home, I like to eat jam. The connection between jam and home is a bit vague, but I think it's because of all the delicious strawberry rhubarb jam that mom makes. Since rhubarb grows like a weed in our hometown, we never have a shortage of it and keep a stash in our freezer. When we run out of jam, we just make some more by stewing frozen rhubarb, sugar, and jello mix in a ridiculously over-sized pot.