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Category Archives: Canning
I’m not going to lie to you, gentle reader. I spent most of this weekend mourning my new sodium-less existence. Especially after a trip to the grocery store. Did you know that there are 250 milligrams of sodium in 2% … Continue reading
I’m in love, I’m in love and I don’t care who knows it! (A gold star for you if you can name that movie.) What exactly am I in love with? My new pressure canner. This past holiday season I … Continue reading
In the spirit of Halloween, this week I did the most terrifying thing in my entire life. I used a pressure canner. (In full disclosure my heart still races a bit whenever I say this.) When trying to squeeze every … Continue reading
Last week my husband cleared out all the sad, depressed tomato and tomatillo plants. The days have gotten cooler and the nights are down right chilly which makes the plants sulk and stop producing fruit. Plus, I was just really, … Continue reading
Remember a year ago, gentle reader, when I wrote a ranty post about how I hated making applesauce and that applesauce was messy and pretty much that applesauce was the devil? And then I vowed I’d never buy bushels and … Continue reading
A friend of mine once said that every season has its own distinct smell and that basil’s fragrance belonged to summer. I agree with her. Basil smells of sunshine, green things, and heat, all things that belong to summertime. This … Continue reading
Number of dill pickle quarts I canned this weekend: 15. Number of strawberry, raspberry lime jam jars I canned this weekend: 5. Number of canning jars broken: Zero, proof that miracles still happen. Number of times I’ve teared up at … Continue reading
The other night I was protesting the obscenely hot weather in Indianapolis by eating egg rolls at my friend Zoe’s house. (Because if you are going to protest something, you should do it with delicious Chinese food.) While munching away, … Continue reading
So canning season is over. (This is where I start singing the Hallelujah Chorus loudly and with extreme gusto.) Let me say for the record that I am immensely happy that all canning has ceased for the year. So happy, that … Continue reading