21:05. Thursday night. I'm making prune jam and my husband is reading a book next to me.
Time is going slower than usual right now. Maybe because we're happy and content.
Sweet and sour smell of prunes started to fill the small kitchen. I'm not a big fan of prunes (I love dried ones) but he is. His parents got us fresh prunes from their neighbors in Odenwald, a small town in the country side where they have a vacation house and spend weekends.
Yesterday while I was preparing for dinner his parents called us and told about prunes that need to be picked up. I thought that'd just be a couple of them but Jan came back with about 20 of them. Too much for us alone to eat.
I browsed some recipes using prunes and making the jam that he loves sounded the best idea to use up about 500g of it.