Filed under: Canvolution
The canning bug bit me hard a few years ago and now all of my friends and family can pretty much count on jam or pickles if I’m giving gifts. When I was growing up, my mom canned cherries, tomatoes, and salsa, so I guess you could say canning is in my genes. She probably canned other things, but those are the three that stand out in my memory, perhaps in part because that’s what I found buried in their pantry this summer when I was helping clean it out (as an aside, canned goods that are 10 to 15 years old are pretty scary). My mom stopped canning at some point, but happily, she didn’t get rid of any of her jars, so I came home with a trunk full of jars after visiting them in August. Some how her terrifying yellow pressure cooker also ended up at my house, but it sits – unused – in my basement, tormenting me every time I go into the laundry room. I have a (perhaps irrational) fear of pressure cookers, which brings me back to the beans.