Preserved fruit and vegetables, especially if home-grown, can taste even sweeter with memories of loved ones and the effort of canning that food for winter.
Rebecca, you always take my breath away with your comments. It sounds like you lived on a farm where raising food and preserving it was just a matter of course. How splendid a childhood you must've had there. Please share more of your experiences. And thank you for your kind words.
We have a connection in Maine for spectacular preserves. The person who puts them up lives in a house that has had a victory garden maintained since 1942. Every spoonful of that blueberry, raspberry, or blackberry jam tastes like Summer to me. Thank you so much, Sue. we have around 20 jars to get us through until next season.
There's nothing better than mouthwatering nostalgia, Sue - what a glorious post! I remember shelves and shelves of bottled home-grown plums in an old kitchen unit located in the goathouse, which apparently was 'just the right temperature'. We'd eat them over the course of the winter, with evaporated milk - delicious!
We'd pick elderflowers - bags and bags and bags of them - and my parents would make wine from them. I can still remember the smell of the flowers, the wine, and even the taste of a tiny sip - shhhhh, I was a child....
I used to make wine. Started with my father and uncle making wine. Long process needing a year. So when i got older and had a basement of my own i made beer. Really great beer! At that time a great Oatmeal Stout or a Porter could cost $4 a bottle, which was the main reason i made my own. Compared to wine the beer was ready to drink in 3 weeks. Plus no matter which style I made I loved the taste. With wine I tried dandelion, apple, cherry, etc. and found out I really only liked wine made from grapes.
Yes, I also learned to can, helping my mother. And yes, the cupboard was under the basement stairs full of cobwebs 😆
I think the lack of family, me never marrying, no kids, is why I gave finally gave up all of this.
Jeff used to make beer too and it was gooooood! It takes good water to make a good beer. Now that he's working his one-acre farm and doing bees, he's into other produce. He harvested six pints of honey last autumn.
Luscious! You have an embarrassment of riches there in those twenty jars. YUM!
Rebecca, you always take my breath away with your comments. It sounds like you lived on a farm where raising food and preserving it was just a matter of course. How splendid a childhood you must've had there. Please share more of your experiences. And thank you for your kind words.
We have a connection in Maine for spectacular preserves. The person who puts them up lives in a house that has had a victory garden maintained since 1942. Every spoonful of that blueberry, raspberry, or blackberry jam tastes like Summer to me. Thank you so much, Sue. we have around 20 jars to get us through until next season.
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There's nothing better than mouthwatering nostalgia, Sue - what a glorious post! I remember shelves and shelves of bottled home-grown plums in an old kitchen unit located in the goathouse, which apparently was 'just the right temperature'. We'd eat them over the course of the winter, with evaporated milk - delicious!
We'd pick elderflowers - bags and bags and bags of them - and my parents would make wine from them. I can still remember the smell of the flowers, the wine, and even the taste of a tiny sip - shhhhh, I was a child....
I used to make wine. Started with my father and uncle making wine. Long process needing a year. So when i got older and had a basement of my own i made beer. Really great beer! At that time a great Oatmeal Stout or a Porter could cost $4 a bottle, which was the main reason i made my own. Compared to wine the beer was ready to drink in 3 weeks. Plus no matter which style I made I loved the taste. With wine I tried dandelion, apple, cherry, etc. and found out I really only liked wine made from grapes.
Yes, I also learned to can, helping my mother. And yes, the cupboard was under the basement stairs full of cobwebs 😆
I think the lack of family, me never marrying, no kids, is why I gave finally gave up all of this.
Jeff used to make beer too and it was gooooood! It takes good water to make a good beer. Now that he's working his one-acre farm and doing bees, he's into other produce. He harvested six pints of honey last autumn.
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