There’s a song that I love called “Canned Goods” by folksinger Greg Brown and it goes like this:
“Peaches on the shelf, taters in the bin. Everybody now come on in, taste a little love of summer, taste a little bit of love of summer, taste a little love of summer, Gramma put it all in a jar…”
Boiling water for blanching the skins off the tomatoes after a plunge into icy water. Sauteeing lots of garden vegetables to add to the sauce.
I look at it like this: I don’t drive to the place I work, I walk, saving hours of commuting time each week. I’m using some of that time to put my summer in a jar. Oh, it’s work all right, hours of work, to chop, peel, blanch, fill the bags, prepare the jars, plunge the racks into the canning pot. All time I’m not sitting on the couch passively watching tv. I’m on my feet in the kitchen, and my feet may hurt, but I’m thinking about the future meals these ingredients will flavor, imagining my family and friends around the table, talking and (yes, arguing sometimes,) but mostly laughing. And I ask you again, how do you spend your time? I’m doing exactly what I want to do, “putting a little love of summer in a jar….” And pretty soon I’m going to be a gramma too!