It’s a fair time of year, missing Grandma Mary.

It’s been years since I entered a fair contest.  In years past, I entered the San Juan County fair, with my great grandma Borschowa’s sour cream twist. Blue Ribbon.  Then I entered my carmel nut cinnamon rolls, blue ribbon.  The fun for me was giving the blue ribbon to my grandmother Mary.  She got so much joy In the fact that I would even try, as she never had. It was fun to share, since her passing I have never entered again.  ‘Till this year.

My love of jam, started with grandma Mary, so it only seemed fitting that I tried.  A little intimidated with the big Del Mar fair, as I’ve heard alot about the ladies who always win.  Nothing ventured, nothing gained.  So why not.  Now to make the decision as what to enter.  Freezer jam will never work, not shelf stable for weeks. So what do I cook?  It’s been a rough learning curve with marmalades this year, as I grew up with berries in the NW, not citrus. But I worked hard.  Thought for sure that the Blood Orange, mint, lime would do well, but nothing. As I walked around all the jam entries, I couldn’t find my Orange, vanilla, bean.  Hmmm and then I saw it. Best in Class. I was in shock.  

As I stood there staring at the case in disbelief, she was the first person I thought of.  First time I would get a blue ribbon and couldn’t give to her.  I know she’s with me in spirit, I always feel her presence in so many things I do that we enjoyed together.  

Before her passing, she gave me a envelope.  As I sat with her and opened it, she gave me back everything thing she valued that I had given to her over a number of years.  Items included photos of my babies, one of me in a pageant (Ugh)  she made me do it, and also kept the program :), and those blue ribbons.  

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