To put it in the words of my sister Laura "I have a sickness." There is something about canning, and you know this if you do it, that is like a drug or addiction. I hate it and love it at the same time. I hate that my kitchen is constantly a mess. I hate that I have to weed my garden to have anything to can. I hate that my fingers and ring always look dirty. I hate that the bottoms of my feet are always sticky. BUT... I love that I have FREE FOOD (this is the core of my addiction). I love looking at my jars on my counter. I love hearing the POP of a seal. I love hanging out with my sisters when we have to circle the wagons for a big load of something. I love giving them away. There is nothing like the delight of giving a jar to someone that appreciates the blood, sweat and tears that go into a quart jar.
Most of all... I love that they last. My mom pointed this out to me as we tried to analyze our love of canning. The clean laundry is now on a dirty child. The clean kitchen is dirty again, the rugs that were shaken this morning and the swept floor need to be done again. The dirty diaper that was is the trash is now... well, I won't say where, but the canning jars... THEY ARE STILL CANNED. A present day miracle. And, Lord willing, I can go down and stare at them for a few more months, to remember, remember that I actually got something done one time.
you're an awesome wife & mother, Krista!
ReplyDeleteI love this post :) I share the sickness! I just canned more venison Sunday night. I didn't want to do it then but kind of had to as the meat wouldn't last in just the fridge much longer and I had to go back to work yesterday :( But anyways . . . canning is a high like none other. I truly believe it's the work of women of grace! Great job Krista, your family appreciates your efforts!
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