I confessed to a friend, Pat, recently that I had never made jam.
"What?", she said, "You, of ALL people, should be making jam! You are a farm girl!"
Sister, this FARM girl grew up in suburbia.
I did have enough farm visits to relatives to know where milk came from, to appreciate that something had to die so that I could eat roast chicken and know that nothing I could buy in a store could come close to my grandmother's apple butter.
My grandparents were the original homesteaders that many "back-to-the-basics" folk are now trying to emulate. (In fact, I think Ma and Papa would really get a kick out of the homesteading blogs that I follow and be amazed that people are having to research how to grow potatoes.) My own mother grew up in "hard times" but she raised her own family during the "good times" when everything suddenly became available in ready-made form and families had the money to purchase all of their groceries. I'm sure at one time, she would have made pickles, jams and preserves, but I don't recall it and the knowledge of this art was certainly not passed down.
So...I mentioned to hubby that I thought I would make pickles this year. Thus set off a never ending discussion (which could be called debate) on what
we would pickle, how
we to pickle, what equipment
we needed to pickle....and so on. I quickly tired of pickling before
we even started.
My teenager can eat a 1 litre jar of dill pickles in 2 days. Hubby calculated how much we could save by pickling our own. It was becoming evident that this pickling idea was not going to disappear and it was going to be a family project.
So, this morning, we were at the hardware store buying jars and tongs. Then, to the grocery store to buy pickling spice and cider vinegar. Then, to the vegetable stand to buy pickling cucumbers, garlic and carrots.
There we were, a family of three, working together to make dilled pickled, carrots and green beans for the first time. Boiling water, knives and hot glass jars all in close proximity.
Did I say "working harmoniously"? No, I did not.
I'm glad to say that no one was hurt in the making of these pickles.
We are all proud of our production though. We may do it again.