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Extending the life….
Frozen vegetables, pickles, jam, preserves, and other such preservation products have always come out of a jar or a bag in my house. Summers weren’t spent canning or pickling, but in soccer or Sea World camp, reading books for fall English, or working.
However, I’ve grown up, obviously. And now I have my own garden. Let me rephrase that, a garden that is well overgrowing with produce that little me can’t keep up with. Right now, it is taking over not only my fridge but my counter space. I could feed an army, well at least I could make a party out of them.
And lately I’ve often thought about how this isn’t abnormal for some. Heck, my great grandmother canned and pickled, so did my grandmother. And it has become a dying art. One that I’ve begun to teach myself with merely recipes and a book. Thankfully, I’m uninjured and the kitchen is still in one piece with the adventures.
And I must boast that the pickles I made…. well… they were sour and crisp and oh so delightful. What miracles you can make in a jar and 5 days in the fridge. (Yes, I did fridge pickles.) I swear that you can do them, too. I got my recipe from Homesick Texan, but there are several out there.
In addition today, I froze squash to keep through the winter. All you have to do is blanch them for a few minutes. Just make sure you have an ice bath to put them in to stop the cooking, I didn’t. I’ll find out in a couple of months if they are mush or not.
My next project is making bread, when I get around to it.
Comments
By cally
August 14, 2008 1:08 PM | Link to this
Love pickles, especially the sweet ones. I remember my grandmother canning and your right it is a dying art. We should all be self sufficent.
Question from my brother. Is that a hot pepper for your lips? Does that mean you have hot lips? He made me ask.