This Jam came out of nowhere. I had no idea we had a blackcurrant tree. My mom came in the kitchen Friday morning asking me If I knew the Ribena tree was loaded. I was like, the Ribena who? I promptly took a stroll to the front yard with Lizzie to have a look and a taste. That bite was intense. Imagine the driest, sour, tartest cranberry you ever had, and times it by 100. That is what this tasted like, I was shook, but intrigued. I knew Saturday morning this had to become a jam.
