Today I made... and canned... both peach jam and peach butter.
What is WRONG with me??? I spent the ENTIRE day at it!
And I loved every minute of it.
And I can barely move tonight.
I must be channeling my mother. And my grandmother. And every single one of my great aunts - Ethel, Ann, Gert, Mabel, and Bert. Plus numerous cousins.
I come from a long line of canners.
We all can can!
I haven't canned anything since, like, 1980, for cryin' out loud.
So, I'm not sure the peach butter is the right consistency. But if not, it will make for a nice peach topping on pancakes or ice cream. I'm philosophical that way. It will also make for a great glaze on a pork loin.
I must admit I am really, really enjoying the sight of the little golden jars, and am looking forward to stocking them in my pantry downstairs. Some cold winter day I will walk down there and return with a jar of golden sunshine.
With a big label that says "I made this!!!"
But I do have enough to give as Christmas gifts.
And that is a mighty fine thing.
Oh, and the leftovers that could't be preserved? Toast this week!!! Does it get any better?