syrup and almost jam
good morning my little strawberries (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
today felt like one of those late nights where i feel a little more motivated than usual, so i decided… why not try to make my own strawberry syrup for my daily matcha? ♡
and then… i thought…
what if i make strawberry jam too? (≧◡≦) ♡
so i took the leftover strawberry bits, determined to give them a second life… something cozy… something toast-worthy…
…unfortunately…
she did not become jam (｡•́︿•̀｡)
she became… a very confused strawberry soup.
like… i would show you… but for the sake of my dignity, we will pretend that part of the story does not exist (￣▽￣*)ゞ
so instead of crying over my watery jam (just a little crying… just a sprinkle), i pivoted! ♡ i blended it all up into a soft strawberry drink… and it actually turned out really yummy (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
a happy accident… a redemption arc… we love to see it ♡
i can’t wait to have a toastless… jamless… morning tomorrow! and to pour my new syrup into my matcha!
on a side note, during this whole experiment, i kept thinking about one of my favorite childhood stories…
bread and jam for frances ♡
there was something so comforting about it… the simplicity, the stubborn love for something sweet and familiar… wanting the same thing over and over because it makes you feel safe.
and i think today felt a little like that.
even though my jam didn’t turn out right, i still ended up with something sweet. something soft. something mine.
maybe that’s the point of late nights like these…
not everything has to come out perfect… sometimes it just has to come out a little bit lovely (｡˘︶˘｡)♡
until next time, may your night be sweet and your jams… slightly less watery
