July 18, 2011
I never thought it odd that Grandma B made pies and jam when we were camping in Copper Harbor. Didn’t everyone’s grandmother bake pies when camping??! Huckleberries, blackberries, gooseberries, whatever we could find to pick in the morning, she’d set up things in the Airstream’s miniature kitchen and several hours later, we’d enjoy the end product after dinner. Maybe before dinner, if it looked really good to Grandpa; a pie that fresh never lasted very long when camping, even if it had gooseberries in it. The jam would come home with us and be part of that year’s jam supply.