Pop, pop, pop
As I mentioned a while back, I was originally planning to make my first attempt at canning this past weekend by making strawberry jam. That plan was superseded by the Sour Cherry Emergency last Thursday, which forced my hand and had me making sour cherry jam instead.
Since that endeavor was such a rousing success, I decided to follow through with my original plan on Saturday, and so bought five quarts of local strawberries at the local farmers' market. Too bad I only needed three quarts for the jam.
Anyway, yesterday I confidently jumped right into the Strawberry Jam Affair, and by the evening I had ten little half-pint jars of pretty, pretty strawberry jam. This canning episode was much less stressful, and I was way more confident. Still, I admit I was thrilled every time I pulled a full jar from the canner to rest on the counter and heard that little "pop" that means the jar has just sealed almost immediately.
I do have to admit: two jars failed to seal (noooo!!). I think I may have filled them a wee bit too much, as I found jam all over the rims when I opened them. EH. We'll eat those first, so I'm not too distressed.
I had a lot of fun on my second canning adventure, but I confess I was tired afterwards from standing over that hot stove on a muggy day (I was doing laundry at the same time, too), so I asked Mulch Boy if he'd mind grilling steaks for dinner. Why, he didn't mind at all, and so the day ended well with steak and red potatoes and delicious peas from the garden and "Moneyball" on DVD.
Since that endeavor was such a rousing success, I decided to follow through with my original plan on Saturday, and so bought five quarts of local strawberries at the local farmers' market. Too bad I only needed three quarts for the jam.
Anyway, yesterday I confidently jumped right into the Strawberry Jam Affair, and by the evening I had ten little half-pint jars of pretty, pretty strawberry jam. This canning episode was much less stressful, and I was way more confident. Still, I admit I was thrilled every time I pulled a full jar from the canner to rest on the counter and heard that little "pop" that means the jar has just sealed almost immediately.
I do have to admit: two jars failed to seal (noooo!!). I think I may have filled them a wee bit too much, as I found jam all over the rims when I opened them. EH. We'll eat those first, so I'm not too distressed.
I had a lot of fun on my second canning adventure, but I confess I was tired afterwards from standing over that hot stove on a muggy day (I was doing laundry at the same time, too), so I asked Mulch Boy if he'd mind grilling steaks for dinner. Why, he didn't mind at all, and so the day ended well with steak and red potatoes and delicious peas from the garden and "Moneyball" on DVD.
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