|Summertime and the living is easy - unless you're canning.|
This sunflower was planted by the bluejays amongst our beans.
Canning is a hot, sticky business in August. The stove has water boiling and steaming on it all day, sugars are being converted to syrups, berries are being crushed and the air is thick with vapourised vinegar. Lots of counter space is taken-up. Burned fingertips are inevitable. But hot damn, in the dead of winter, spreading some homemade raspberry jam on you toast is pure heaven.
|Oh, there will be Cesar's.|
Every canning day has a casualty; usually a jar that fails to seal. I had one of my jars of peaches do this to me, so sadly we had to eat it at book club with a raspberry shortbread cookie and coconut ice cream (I am not actually sad). I also had a jar of salsa explode in the canning pot. There must have been a fault with the jar. It was loud, and it made me a little weepy seeing 500mL of deliciousness go to waste. All in all though, a successful venture that almost has me looking forward to the winter. Almost.