The U-pick raspberries are starting to open, finally, and today I took all the kids and went picking. It was really too hot to pick berries, and there weren't a whole lot of very ripe ones yet. Not quite the quality I want to freeze, but fine for jam. Two quarts and six pints. Last saturday, there were pickling cukes at the farmer's market at 12 for a dollar. So I got five dozen and they made eight pints, half dill, half bread and butter. Add that to the dozen pints of strawberry jam and the innumerable cups of rhubarb sauce, and I am feeling pretty industrious! Oh yes, and the cajeta, of course.
But man, I am really, really glad that I don't live in the days when my family would actually depend for survival through the winter on the food I was able to preserve in the summer. Canning is hard work. And dangerous. I dipped my little finger in boiling water the other day. Boiling jam is even worse, it sticks just like napalm and keeps on burning. I am just not a lady who likes to work quite that hard.
I am working hard enough, thank you. Right now, for instance, I have two goats I gotta go milk, and I really don't want to.
2 comments:
I can't believe you would voluntarily create more pickles. That may not be a crime, but it sure is a sin.
You and Jenny. I happen to love pickles, and my kids would live on nothing but pickles if they had their druthers.
aimee
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