Back in Kiev, I remember buying kilos and kilos of fruit, carting it home in a bucket on the tram and then making jam in a huge copper tub. I loved everything about the process - the smell, the foamy part on top that I got to eat, the responsibility of taking out the pips.
Obviously I didn’t remember the recipe – just googled it and went with the simplest recipe I found on the internet. But I think it came out OK. Now I have litres of jam to give away :)