One of the prettiest colors I’ve seen is in jam making.
The red, pink, blue, or yellow from fresh fruits are transformed first into somewhat translucent, then intensified by heat, then the colors always change—-always for the better. A new hue is either added or the hue becomes more saturated.
At last, now the colors are melted from solid into liquid form, they swirl and twirl, they bubble up, they jell into a ring at the edge of the pot (use stainless steel. Never cast iron because the acid will erode the iron and make the iron “bleed” into the jam.)
It is constantly changing in front of your eyes. A true live performance. It is a big pity that my jam sessions so far have always been alone. No one was there to witness the prettiest colors with me. Sigh…
It is very hard to describe. You have to do it yourself. The fruit has to be ripest and freshest.
At last, each patch always has some subtle variation, even the plums picked within same hour from the same tree.
Some years ago, the deepest rich rose-pink-red from my first strawberry jam making mesmerized me. It was a color I had never encountered in life. I could not take my eyes off it. I don’t even eat that much jam. Today I realize that my biggest motivation to make jam is to enjoy the color that cannot be found anywhere else; to create and enjoy the somewhat magical process of transformation. Second is to conserve food. Third is to share with others. Only very last is for eating the jam.
To capture the fleeting spring, summer or fall, in a jar is magic.