I thought I would never can again. I gave away and sold all of my jars and rings. I, at least, had enough sense to save the canner, tongs, lifter, and funnel. I also inherited my mother's large porcelain soup pot so I was able to use that, as well. But I had to purchase jars and lids all over again, which was an added expense.
I started out with peaches. I was so excited I got up real early to wash and sterilize my new jars. I thought the peaches were a little firm, if only I had known my husband had eaten one on the sly and did not mention the pits were not at freestone stage! SO I brought the water to a boil and dropped in 6 peaches. The skins would not bubble or split as they should have. I plunged them into the ice water bath. Now the skins should slide right off -- nope, not happening! I was now sure they were not ripe enough and I had all my energy geared up for a canning day.
Oh well, I had also planned to do a batch of bread and butter pickles, so I had everything I needed but the pickles. It was a farmer's market day so off to one of my favorite things to do in the world - Farmer's Markets. Would they have pickle cucumbers yet? Sure enough. Since I had not done this in so long, I decided to take it slow. I bought a half peck, which turned out to be just right the amount for the pint jars I had previously purchased.
This time I had success. Now for the long 6-week wait to sample them. I had totally forgotten how satisfying canning is. Looking at my newly filled jars, gave me such a sense of fulfillment, far more than anything I have done in any paying job ( except teaching piano) The sparkling clean jars with the colors of the pickles and peppers filled my soul.
Now let's hope the peaches bring the same success. I'll wait a day or two and hope they ripen up; if they aren't freestone Red Haven as the farmer had promised, the next post won't be so cheery!
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An Herbal Bedfellow, www.anherbalbedfellow.com &
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