Babcia was crying as I said good-bye to her today. I couldn't, in good conscience, leave her in tears. "Babcia, how am I supposed to leave you when you're crying?" I said. "I don't like your hair" she replied.
Disclaimer* There is no how-to for making jams and jellies on this site. Maybe there will be one day. For now, The Canning Table is a big wooden metaphor for preserving memories while my family and I explore expat life.