By Pam Burke
This is not a Betty Crocker-endorsed operation
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The only simple explanation I can find for my recent 24-hour flurry of homemaking activity is that the high fever I had a month ago must've caused an important part of my brain to melt, and I was having some kind of delayed seizure-like spastic fit of Betty Crocker-y.
Why else, after half of a lifetime of avoiding this particular domestic pastime, would I suddenly construct my own homemade chokecherry syrup using only my own bare hands and a few rudimentary kitchen tools.
It's not normal.
Normally, I would pick the chokecherries then give them away to someone who would make use of them i...
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