It all seemed to be successful, despite my fears. Because, you know, around here our motto could truthfully be "disaster at every turn". It is almost amusing how things turn out well when I have someone else around to watch the kids.
I did can some plum jam last year. Water bath canning is easy. I managed it while one kid was yelling, "Mommy wipe my butt!" and the other was trying to climb the fridge. But pressure canning, now that scares the bejeebers out of me.
I faced my fears, and look what I made!
My oldest boy watched me cut it up. I told him it looked like cantaloupe, and he asked if he could have some. Well, it's not cantaloupe. Goofy kid. My husband thinks it looks like peaches. Mmmmmm... I wish it was peaches. But no, it isn't nearly that exciting.
It's pumpkin, of course. Of the eighteen we had marching up the stairs, only one now remains. I'm tired of them. I'm so glad to see them go. The last lonely one might just get split in half and sent out to the chicken coop.
But it sure looks nice in the jar, doesn't it?
2 comments:
Yummy. I'm so proud of you. Grandpa Marvin's jars are going to come in handy!! Peggy
So how did they turn out? Did you use them for soup...or maybe pudding...or even pie?
Do tell....
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