I spent the afternoon organizing the pantry. It desperately needed it. A giant jumble of jars, beekeeping equipment, boxed goods and more jars.
We joke in our family that Chris' perfect house would contain nothing but a couch and a bed. Mine? Probably similar to those Y2K Idaho survivalist caves.
You know, the ones where they stockpile 5,000 cans of beans and 200 cases of toilet paper. Enough to make it through the next 30 years, should the modern world decide to stop functioning.
Anyway, I digress:
We are gearing up for canning season.
This year's theme:
Anything but Jam
'cause there is no way we'll ever finish the stuff we've got.
I've only got a fews cans of beans and a dozen rolls of tp, but by golly, we'll have jam.
