The pleasures of the small batch

Pickled cranberries

Time was, putting food by for us meant making 30 pints of strawberry jam in a day. Or processing quarts of pickles all weekend. It meant picking bushels of apples to turn into sauce.

We had shelves in the basement devoted to our home-canned goods (I believe there are still some pickles down there from several years ago).

I have no idea what we were thinking.

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