Can, that is. I have wanted to can for years now, and since this is the year I'm making my dreams come true (homeschooling, making yo yos), now is the perfect time to learn to can. My first foray in to the world of preservation was pickled green beans. A friend recommended this project while we were discussing our favorite Bloody Mary ingredients. Three moms, seven kids, and one hot afternoon later we had five quarts of pickled green beans. Not quite the results I had hoped for when I dreamed of canning. The one quart I kept from that initial attempt is like gold.
Today was my second attempt canning, and I flew solo. I'm very pleased with the results - 7 jars of apricot jam. We don't eat much jam, so I expect these jars will last the better part of a year. I learned quite a bit from the process and I'm looking forward to more canning.
I suppose the first time you can is like a first kiss, or the first time you bathe your newborn baby, or the first time you turn a heel on a sock. There is a lot of anticipation, trepidation, fear of failure, but when the deed is done, you think to yourself, "I can't wait to do that again". Firsts are exciting, and I am very excited about opening up my first jar of homemade apricot jam next month. Now I know I can, I know I can can.