Wasting no time, we somehow went from pickling to pressure canning over the weekend! Maybe that's a huge leap or just a natural progression--but I've been thinking about it for awhile now for a number of reasons. But, a sink full of beans picked fresh from the garden is a pretty good one don't ya think? I used this canner, and it seemed absolutely enormous when I set it on my stove. A bit scary, really. My confidence may have wobbled just a little. Oh yes, it wobbled. I contemplated returning it for a smaller pot, but in the end I was satisfied it was the right choice. I spent an hour (or more) reading through the instruction booklet, thoroughly fixing every safety detail in my mind until my confidence peaked. My older girls were completely on board, excited even, and helped pick, prepare, and pack the beans. After a couple of hours we had 10 pint jars ready for the pot and all ten jars fit inside with ease, so we only had to process once. That's the moment when I decided it was the right choice. When the jars came out and the lids popped in quick succession, we just stood back, arms linked, happy we'd accomplished something so wonderful and worthwhile. Something perhaps our ancestor pioneers just took for granted as a way of life.
Together, we are re-learning things.