I feel that connection as Ginny and I make strawberry jam. The reward at the end of the task, is to take a piece of bread and clean the pot . Eating warm strawberry jam on bread is a treasured memory. What a mess We made! There are sticky places all over the kitchen. There is a bag of strawberry tops for the trash. (Now I compost the tops.) Surely some sugar gets spilled.
Did We can the jam? Or did We just put melted wax on top of the jar? I don't remember that part.
Time and distance have separated Ginny and me. We keep in touch a few times a year by email or Christmas card. Sometimes one of us picks up the phone and We chat. I have a reflex action when talking to Ginny to reach for a cup of coffee.
It is now over 30 years later. I have a strawberry patch in my backyard. This year is a bumper crop of berries. I've given away handfuls of them to delighted visitors to my house.
There is a new canning book on my cookbook shelf. One of the recipes is for strawberry jam. I make a small batch ....only four pints of jam. Instead of canning , I put the jam in the freezer. Then I pick up the phone and call Ginny.