Post-canning hangover!
The trick with canning pears, or anything in general, is to start early in the morning. I think we were supposed to begin processing our boatload of pears around 9 a.m. or so; we started closer to 2 p.m.
We also lacked organization in all honesty. Poor Mrs. Kyllingmark tried valiantly to keep four giggling girls in line and on task. No small feat and I feel she deserves a trophy or Congressional Medal of some kind.
So Mare and I (and Mrs. Kyllingmark) were on pear-prep: peeling, slicking, coring. Annetta and her niece, Robin, were on production: packing and canning. Our operation was becoming pretty streamlined until Netta assembled the canner with the top dome as the base.
"Make sure you put the dome lid on, Netta," said Mrs. Kyllingmark.
"What dome?" queried Netta.
At this point Mrs. Kyllingmark ventured into the kitchen proper to check on Annetta and the troubled canner, possibly thinking the lid had been left behind at her house.
"Netta, you have it upside down!" exclaimed Mrs. Kyllingmark and all the girls fell into hysterics at this point.
I lost what little focus I had and had to laugh the silliness out of my system. Needless to say we only canned around six jars yesterday (that was the count when Mare and I left to pick up her husband around 5.)
I guess we are going to finish what we started in a couple of days because most of the pears were not ripe enough for canning. At this point it has become an issue of pride for me. We will can every pear!
Today Mare and the kidlings are coming over to pick more pears from the vacant property next to my house (because we're green and don't want to waste a single pear.) And then, hopefully, we can go thrifting for my Amy Pond cosplay clothes!
Now I'm sitting in my favorite chair watching "Criminal Minds" and Jax crashed out on the couch. I took him for a brisk walk around our big-dog-infested neighborhood, which means I spent most of the time trying to drag him away from bushes he needed to pee on or ditches that had to be investigated, than actual walking. Man, my arms are tired.
And my neighbors probably aren't thrilled with me for exciting every dog around at 8:00 in the morning.
We also lacked organization in all honesty. Poor Mrs. Kyllingmark tried valiantly to keep four giggling girls in line and on task. No small feat and I feel she deserves a trophy or Congressional Medal of some kind.
So Mare and I (and Mrs. Kyllingmark) were on pear-prep: peeling, slicking, coring. Annetta and her niece, Robin, were on production: packing and canning. Our operation was becoming pretty streamlined until Netta assembled the canner with the top dome as the base.
"Make sure you put the dome lid on, Netta," said Mrs. Kyllingmark.
"What dome?" queried Netta.
At this point Mrs. Kyllingmark ventured into the kitchen proper to check on Annetta and the troubled canner, possibly thinking the lid had been left behind at her house.
"Netta, you have it upside down!" exclaimed Mrs. Kyllingmark and all the girls fell into hysterics at this point.
I lost what little focus I had and had to laugh the silliness out of my system. Needless to say we only canned around six jars yesterday (that was the count when Mare and I left to pick up her husband around 5.)
I guess we are going to finish what we started in a couple of days because most of the pears were not ripe enough for canning. At this point it has become an issue of pride for me. We will can every pear!
Today Mare and the kidlings are coming over to pick more pears from the vacant property next to my house (because we're green and don't want to waste a single pear.) And then, hopefully, we can go thrifting for my Amy Pond cosplay clothes!
Now I'm sitting in my favorite chair watching "Criminal Minds" and Jax crashed out on the couch. I took him for a brisk walk around our big-dog-infested neighborhood, which means I spent most of the time trying to drag him away from bushes he needed to pee on or ditches that had to be investigated, than actual walking. Man, my arms are tired.
And my neighbors probably aren't thrilled with me for exciting every dog around at 8:00 in the morning.
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