The last five jars! (Cubed big tomatoes with onions, garlic, basil and parsley. Notice how the fruit rises above the fluid in the right one. This is okay; I will simply make sure to eat this one before the others. This happens sometimes when things are canned in their own juices with no added liquid: the pressure canner cooks them and the fruit shrinks.)
You know, I am a planner, and I tend to have about eight irons going in the fire at a time (doing so keeps my little hamster wheel brain churning) but I banged up against something yesterday that made me stop in my tracks. Full stop.
I am out of canning jars.
How can this be? I thought I had a lot of jars. Upon moving here, I had my city girl stash of, I don’t know, 5 dozen jars or so. This is an old farmhouse, and it came complete with an old farmhouse collection of canning jars…many of them filled with stuff from the 1980s, frankly. About the same time we moved here, my mom moved into a house that also had boxes of (thankfully empty) jars in her basement. And, as you might know, if someone finds out you’re a canning person, you become the recipient of the contents of their basements too, so…how is it I could run OUT?
But I did.
Maybe this is a sign that I have canned enough stuff for the year. But, but…I haven’t even touched the apples yet, or the meat birds, or, well, dang, I have another month’s worth of tomatoes outside…and ohmigosh the GRAPES…