In a few more days I guess I’ll have to pick these fiery colored fruits. In the past, around this time of the year, a friend has plucked them off the two decent-sized bushes in my yard to make her popular dulce de rosa mosqueta (rose hip jam.) This year she’s decided to take a break so, instead of them wasting away and I don’t see the birds eating them, something needs to be done. But not with jam. Personally, I can’t stand the stuff. Not jam in general and her recipe was just fine, I think. That’s what others have said anyway. No, something different.