There's nothing like spending an 85-degree summer afternoon standing in front of a stove with all the burners going full bore, trying to keep several huge pots full of water boiling. Oh yes, it's canning season!
Yesterday was Pickle Day (actually, it was Tuesday, but whatever.) The big box of cucumbers we bought at the market last week now fills a dozen quart jars, and my house reeks of vinegar and garlic.
I'll probably have to do this exact same routine at least two more times to make us enough pickles to get through the winter. We're not taking any chances, you know, in case there's another Great Pickle Famine. The Becker Family will have pickles a-plenty, by Jove!
There's nothing like spending an 85-degree summer afternoon standing in front of a stove with all the burners going full bore, trying to keep several huge pots full of water boiling. Oh yes, it's canning season!
Yesterday was Pickle Day (actually, it was Tuesday, but whatever.) The big box of cucumbers we bought at the market last week now fills a dozen quart jars, and my house reeks of vinegar and garlic.
I'll probably have to do this exact same routine at least two more times to make us enough pickles to get through the winter. We're not taking any chances, you know, in case there's another Great Pickle Famine. The Becker Family will have pickles a-plenty, by Jove!
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