We got a chance to buy some peaches in bulk this week. I love to get fruit that is tree ripened. You just can't get that in the store. So I made some peach jam today and I experimented and made a peach/raspberry/blackberry combo also.Then for dinner I made a recipe called Peach Brown Betty, a cobblerish kind of thing. I think I've got enough fruit left to can a few pints of sliced peaches tonight. I'm forcing myself to say I'm going to do it tonight because I kind of want to wait and finish it tomorrow cuz I'm kind of tired. But the counters are sticky, the floor has been dripped on, the stove is a mess, every utensil in the kitchen is dirty, the canning pot is out of it's storage spot . . . . so I guess I need to just get it done and get the kitchen cleaned up. I am not entirely sure why this has to be such a messy procedure. For any other competent person it probably isn't.
Years ago when we were driving through Utah on our way back from our honeymoon, we picked up some cases of fruit in Brigham City. Dave and I did some canning together those first couple of weeks. It was fun. My mom had done some canning when we were growing up, although I don't remember being involved. Anyway, Dave was shocked that I didn't know how to can fruits and vegetables. I didn't think it was that big of a deal. There's a recipe. You just follow it. He has grand memories of his childhood on the farm spending hours each morning picking the fresh produce in the garden and spending days (weeks? months?) canning to fill the shelves for the winter. But here we were, two young kids living in an apartment in the inner city, both full time working and college . . . and he thought I was going to be canning regularly? I finally had to take him by the shoulders, look him straight in the eye and tell him, "They sell peas at Safeway. ALREADY IN A CAN! All we need is a can opener!"
That was the first of many many times he has been disappointed that he married me.