Thursday, May 24, 2012
That Time of Year
If it's late May & you're in Portland, OR, you can pretty much set your watch to certain events. The Rose Festival is a tradition that goes way back. I have no idea when, where, or how Portland became known as the 'Rose City'. Seems to me that the roses do look lovely here but if memory serves, I have always heard that roses love S*U*N...Let's not get started on my general irritation with Pacific Northwest weather. As the old adage goes, 'I bought the ticket. Now I have to take the ride.' Let's just say that I like parades when it is sunny & warm. I like roses when it is sunny & warm & the scent is redolent. I like warm jam on toast. I have no idea what I was thinking upon deciding to move to Portland, OR other than it is a lovely place that has allowed Pink Slip Jam to come to er...'fruition'. (Sorry). This town embraces local small businesses like nobody's business! This town more or less forced me to realize that there were many things I could do if I just put my mind to doing it. Let's face it, no one was offering me a job. I had to create my own. Hence, Pink Slip Jam. For all my grousing about rain, I would like to offer my humble gratitude to this town. Thanks, Rose City. You are pretty sweet!
In case you decide to embrace roses in a way far different than in a bouquet, here is a little offering. If you make this, please let me know. Hint: I'd use pink tea roses. But that's just me...
Rose Petal Jam