Yesterday Brad canned. I had my hands kind of full with a verrrrrrrry cranky baby and a sort of lippy kindergartener, so Brad performed most of the labor. I stood just outside the kitchen with a baby on my hip and gave directions.
That’s 5 12-oz jar plus two 8-oz jars of pickled dilly beans (I usually do pickled beans with thyme, but the thyme, it is sad this year, and the dill is a-okay. I still have a couple of jars from last year for comparison — I will be sure to provide a review when they’ve been directly compared. To an audience with bated breath, I’m sure). That’s also 8 pint jars of straight-up tomatoes.
The other cool thing about these two batches is that all of the produce is from our garden. I was keeping track of the estimated value of our harvest. We exceeded the $50 rental fee some time ago and I quit tracking it. Despite the extreme cracking-and-rotting-on-the-vine of some of my tomato variety choices, the garden has definitely been a success.