The Mayhaw Frolic

Early in the morning, before dawn, the intrepid mayhawers got into their boats.

Braving savage beavers and viscious stinging caterpillars that lay waiting in the shadowed woods, they set out for the secret ancestral mayhawing grounds deep in the interior of the Caddo Lake swamp.

After overcoming various obstacles they eventually arrived and the mayhaw harvest began.

Many hours of meticulous boiling, draining, rendering, and not a little experimentation followed (dictated by a carefully preserved traditional family recipie). The result; the most subtle and exquisite jelly.