Somehow, I spent an entire childhood in the beautiful farm country of Lancaster, Pennsylvania, and emerged without any knowledge or skills in the culinary art of canning.
A family friend pointed out that the this likely had to do with the fact that my mother was born and raised in east L.A. Canning was not exactly at the top of the to-do list around there. (Although I believe she did learn to can after relocating to PA.) On the other hand, I can sing along with Linda Ronstadt’s mariachi music like nobody’s business.
But I digress.
Anyway, with a cow in the freezer, along with umpteen jars of homemade broth, plus some leftover produce from last year’s garden (What!? I’ve got to use that stuff up!), we are running out of storage space for frozen food.
Enter my friend and Real Food Guru Diana.
Just last week–here on the blog–I showed a picture of our abundant green bean harvest and Diana generously offered to teach me to can. She’s coming tomorrow morning, large canning pots in tow.
Which totally makes me want to launch into the chorus of a favorite song of ours, Richard Permutter’s witty lyrics to Offenbach’s classical composition: Can You Can Can?
(Click on the song title to listen to the lyrics.)
Oh can you do the Can Can?
If you can then I can
I can Can Can if you Can Can
Can you Can Can
Oh we can do the Can Can
Yes we can we Can Can
We can Can Can
Yes we can Can Can
Now that we’ve all got that chorus stuck in our heads, wish me luck with tomorrow’s canning lesson!
Do you can? (Or can can?) 🙂 Any tips to share?
Kathleen Henderson is the yankee behind the homestead. Follow along as we grow real food and three boys while renovating a 20-acre farm in northern Virginia. Do you love homegrown food, Paleo-ish recipes, and natural living? You’re in good company! Let’s grow together…