The tradition of all us kids picking Evan's (our grandfather) blackberries in the field between the horse barn and the massive log dairy barn are one of the things that make this jam so delicious. Even better was grandma working over the old enamel wood stove turning our "pickings" into each delicious jar of blackberry jam.
Today's jams aren't made in grandma's kitchen, but the same amount of love and care goes into each jar. Backed up with continuous product testing on hot biscuits almost every morning in the Norman den, where grandma's long and wide dining room table now resides.
We hope you enjoy our jams as much as we do. If you are ever dissatisfied, we'll refund your money 100%.
