The next time I decide to make 18 pints of strawberry jam in a third floor apartment sans AC on a 90 degree day, I…won’t. (Pictured: a very small portion of this afternoon’s sweatshop.)
The next time I decide to make 18 pints of strawberry jam in a third floor apartment sans AC on a 90 degree day, I…won’t. (Pictured: a very small portion of this afternoon’s sweatshop.)