And just as soon as my headache goes away I'll begin looking for it in earnest. But for now it aches and I am hitting roadblock after roadblock in trying to can. It's beginning to look like we'll miss yet another get together tonight with friends because of the hangups.
I dug out jars and washed them all up. :)
I borrowed my mom's old pressure canner and water bath canners.
I bought the official canning book of the world and a utensil set.
I even got this, but I'm not sure what it is anymore.
I took a good look at the old racks...
And decided to buy a new one.
Then I discovered that my glass top stove is not suitable for canning. So I borrowed this camp stove.
Then I realized that was going to be a pain with all the rain we've been getting - 4 inches in two days was not going to be outdoor canning weather. So I dug out a tiny little pressure canner, and was able to to 5 pints of pie filling yesterday.
I had to go buy lemon juice and corn starch and I saw this small stock pot. Excitedly I brought it home, only to read.... "Not suitable for glass top stoves."
This morning I bravely began to can in small batches. I figured one little step at a time will get me there eventually, right? :)
But after all my prep, I discovered why my MOST DELICIOUS caramel from last Christmas never would set... My stove will absolutely NOT get anything above 205 degrees before the regulator shuts it off, to keep it from shattering.
I now have a giant pot of unjelled gooseberry jam on my stove, surrounded by splatters of pink goo everywhere, and no way to complete the process.
So looks like I'm heading to town to borrow my parent's kitchen. I don't mind it, but the thought of dragging everything is annoying the heck out of me right now. LOL
Good thing yesterday was so nice. :)
After the pie filling, which siphoned due to my impatience in getting it out of the pressure canner before leaving, we went to town to do errands and meet friends. We missed the sewing class, but arrived just as it was over and we met with two families for the afternoon at the lovely home of one of them we'd not had the chance to go to before.
I am going to share pictures of this place. Gary built it himself, from trees he cut himself. It's just beautiful, and sits on 14 quiet acres. This is the family we are having the giant pumpkin contest with. :-D
The front door. It has a story we got to hear. :)
The LR. Yes, he does rock work too.
The hall, and I refrained from taking pics of the bedrooms, though they were gorgeous.
Look at the detail.
While we oohed and ahed over the inside, the kids all went out to the back porch and played checkers. It was sunny, with amazing clouds, a light, cool breeze, and about 88 degrees.
The girls had the same idea I had. I tell you, these are the most wonderful kids for Michael to have as friends. We are truly blessed to be surrounded by great kids.
Here's the back porch from a distance.
Angie made music for us.
We took a walk about. The place is amazing. And they bought it without even looking it over. It was sort of a happy accident that turned out REALLY well! LOL The chimney work.
The matching garage with apartment over it.
Which even has a back deck.
In leau of crown molding, they used this cool rope.
The end of the house, taken from the deck of the apartment.
Some teak root benches. That one on the right is not a dog, but it sure looks like one.
Going down the driveway to the open field where we went to see the garden, the portable saw mill, and the kids riding the 4-wheeler.
The house, from below. That's a full length porch, complete with rockers and a swing. MY swing! LOL
Heading to the garden.
Hmmmmmmmmmm.... Our rival giant pumpkin plant. Must get more fertilizer!
Having way too much fun! They all took turns giving each other rides. Angie was even able to join in, despite having arrived in a skirt and sandals. :)
We love them so much. :)
So I swung on the swing, and they rocked. And we chatted a bit, and we listened to the birds a bit, and we just enjoyed the beauty.
Ginseng and Cohosh, I believe.
Then we were off to Michael's Court of Honor.
OK, I better pack it all up! :)