Daisy looked at the blackboard yet again:



She looked at all the berries and didn't see any stems or leaves. She knew blackberries didn't have any skin. And she inspected them closely for bruises. None. She then began to cut them up all into equal little chuncks. She popped a chunk into her mouth and tatsed that they we're sweet. She nodded and was happy. She hated how she would sometimes get a slightly sour on at home.She then dropped each of the chunks into the cauldron and crushed them untill it was a nice mushy mess inside. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at the bottom to start the fire. The boiling part was a slow process but she constantly stired it until it began to boil. She then reduced the heat and watched it simmer. The little smoke wisps that floated up made her smile and she wafted them tworads her and she inhaled the sweet aroma that is blackberries. The fruit looked soften enough and the early taste test indicated she'd only need four cups of sugar so she added the sugar and stirred it all together, eager to have a taste. She looked at the blackboard again:



She increased the heat again and brought it back to a boil and smiled at the fact that it wasn't to slow this time around. She stirred and stirred and then the jam, the oh so sweet blackberrie jam she wanted to taste began to set. She moved it from the heat and had her jar at the ready. Ladling all of it into the jar. It was still hot and not yet consumeable but once it cooled off a little she was going to take a spoon full and eat it.