I, on the other hand, brought my gleaned hips home. 15 mile trip. And on the same weekend that we processed 110 chickens from field to freezer and threshed wheat and also played hard with the visiting inlaws and cousins--I began to jam. I picked stems with my sister in law, I boiled down juice, I strained the juice, put juice in the fridge. Uhhhhhhhh. I put juice in the fridge. Uhhhhhh.