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I was only about halfway through the jam session when the adrenaline kicked in. The molten strawberries were bubbling like cartoon lava, sometimes spattering my frantically revolving arm with a brief sting. I looked down at my phone…four and a half minutes to go. Four and a half minutes?! At 310 degrees?! Stirring constantly?!
An eternity later, my phone dinged, and the app, whose recipe I was using, said I could stop. I survived…