Nostalgia: homesickness, reminiscence, wistfulness, longing, melancholy…
I miss my grandmother. It’s easy to see it in my writings. I’ve always missed her. I copy her. I want to grow up to be like her.
That’s why I do what she did. In this modern world I do home canning.
pickles and figs
When I see these beauties, it satisfies my longing like few other things do. I may be crazy, but I’m happy.
Are you?
This sort of task is becoming a lost art. You keep it alive.
Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment, Tilly! 🙂
Oh, I know what you mean about the lost art. Yet it is so easy! While I was learning I thought it so difficult, but now days, I realize how quickly I can cook fresh things to the consumable state, multiple meals at a time, and how quickly I can open a jar. I guess the learning curve was the initial burden. Now days, having many of the recipes memorized, I just get busy and get done in no time.
Since the pressure pots, lids, etc., are recently becoming easier to find, I wonder if home canning is coming back into vogue . . .
Probably – because of the recession.
May be how it all got started in the first place, I think.