The line from the movie "Sweet Home Alabama" kept going through my head while I was peeling and pruning away the impurities. As Melanie & her mother are prepping the fruit, her mother says "Some people might call them 'spoiled'... but I think that, um, these almost-ruined ones sometimes make the sweetest jam." I love this line and it was made that much more poignant- both figuratively and literally- as I stood there in front of my divided peaches.
Sometimes life isn't pretty. We're scarred. We have nicks and dings. Soft bruised spots, vulnerable of spoilage from life. It's how we take the not so great and find our niche with it all. Simmer all of it into the pot, strain it out and then finally discard and let go of the bad, reminding ourselves that without all those imperfections we wouldn't be who we are, just as that jelly wouldn't be what it was.
The jelly turned out tasting delicious and looking absolutely beautiful in the jars. Just as my life- dents, dings and all. I'm surrounded by the love of my family and friends with a home I love filled with the beauty of memories made and the promise of more to come. It will never be perfect and I'm positive there will be more bad to come with the good. If I just remember to keep that bowl handy, to trim it away and save it aside, there will be a chance to strain it out and add the sweetness back in.
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