Jayne POV
Ben and I were in the kitchen.
This was our once-a-year, special time together.
We worked together making our own tomato sauce and bottling it.
I was in the middle of blanching the tomatoes and peeling them and Ben had got out the herbs and bottles, placing a bay leaf in each bottle. I liked to have the bay leaf in the bottles, separate, and not in the cooking process. It was the way my mother did it. I have copied her recipe all my life, we had a nice little system going, and it was one of many things Ben and I did as part of our bonding, just the two of us.
We would kick the kids out and do it.
It was our time, just the two of us. We would talk and kiss and, somehow, during all of that, we ended up with bottled sauce made with love.
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