i fondly remember my grandma's jeans big pantry, down the hall outside her sewing room absolutely STUFFED with homemade canned goods of every variety and i didn't at the time appreciate all of the labor and love and fresh produce that went into each and every jar. gorgeous black cherries in sinful heavy syrup over icecream and her fabulous chili sauce (we used the last jar at christmas a few years ago and it breaks my heart no one can find her recipe) with fresh cracked crab were taken for granted...now that she is not with us, (rip my darling grm), we all long for the days when we could pop open something created by her loving hand..
grandma jean with my mom and uncle ed.
Now that i've returned to my country roots (i couldn't leave behind my rural upbringing fast enough and fled to city life as soon as i could) i can't seem to get enough of the simple pleasures: gardening , cooking...and now canning to my hearts delight.
tomato confit.
recipes to follow...
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