So about 20 years ago I sat in my mother's kitchen and watched her and my Gramma can.
Did I like canning?
No.
Did I like to eat canned food?
No
it seemed like that's what poor people did.
What can I say...
I was a bit of a diva.
I know that that was a very interesting tid bit of information.
I'm sure you are dying to know where this is all coming from.
No, I am not having horrid flashbacks of my childhood.
No, I am not poor.
BUT,
Yes, I am going to can.
I am going to can peaches.
I am doing it without supervision.
I'm crazy like that.
I have this thing in my life where I now need to find new and exciting ways to entertain myself.
AND what better entertainment than boiling jars and fruit.
It's dangerous.
Exciting.
Like James Bond OR better yet,
Indiana Jones.
Yes, I think I may even have to pull out my bull whip.
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