I love canning. It requires a little bit of work, a little bit of tenacity, and a lot of belief in the end product, but you are usually rewarded with months of beautiful, crisp, and delicious preserves. But it comes with its own set of canning dangers.
Yesterday I was reminded of another thing that canning requires – care. Yesterday, in the throes of a pickle canning extravaganza, I managed to burn my left hand and chest with boiling hot water. The results are not so pretty and mean that I’ve been taken out of commission for a little while.
So no blog post today. My apologies!
In the meantime, to get you started (carefully!) on your own canning experiments, check out some of my favourite preserves recipes At the Immigrant’s Table.