Rose Petal Jam makes me happy. The smell of it cooking. The transformation from fluffy flower to cooked jam. The suspension of petals behind glass. It’s all a sort of simple magic–transforming a centerpiece into a condiment. Just add sugar and stir!
This week I have “tweezers” on my shopping list. While I have a set of kitchen scissors, which I tend to use only when making artichokes, I don’t know why kitchen tweezers never caught on. I will use my tweezers to extract any errant greenery floating in my boiling pot of rose petals. Right now I just have to plunge my hand into the boiling syrup, which can kind of hurt.
Here is a batch of Harriet’s Thumbprint Cookies, ready to go into the oven. All the cookies are dotted with Rose Petal Jam from two different jars. As you can see, one is a deep red and the other a bright pink.
Ripped clothing is a casualty of rose picking, as are bloody scratches on face, hands and arms. Because I am a chronic sandal wearer, thorns in the feet are also commonplace rose injuries.