“So much food is plentiful!”Agnes said, excited to get started.
“It is.Fill your baskets.”
While they picked berries, they talked.Maggie explained when different types of forage were plentiful.“We mostly had Eskimo potatoes last year, but this year, Sally grew a bunch.We should all have enough to see us through the winter.”
“How do the Eskimo potatoes taste?”
“They’re all right, I guess.I prefer different types of potatoes, but I’ll eat those just fine.They keep well in the root cellar, and I can even find them in the spring from last year.They’re pretty much a staple of the diet here.”
“I can’t wait to taste them.”Agnes plopped a currant into her mouth and smiled.“Oh, these are perfectly ripe.I can’t wait to make jam from them!”
“If you can, make extra jam for the ladies who aren’t here yet.We’ve been trying to set aside as much for them as possible.Do you enjoy making jam?”
“I do!It’s something I did with my grandmother before she died.Every fall, we’d pick all the berries we could find, and then we would make jam out of them.It was a very pleasant way for us to spend time together.”
