The Talk about Jars
My father got it into his head this past winter that throwing a wood stove into the house would be a nice cheap way to add addition heat. So after that succeeded in making the place roughly the same temperature as the surface of Venus he promptly went out and bought enough wood to last through the coming zombie apocalypse. I am glad about this, but only because my parents house is the safe place to hold up for zombie based fallout.
Here is an additional point of interest: We are in maple syrup season.
It turns out that the wood that he purchased in end of the world amounts can also be used for other things, besides making my childhood home uncomfortably hot. It can also be used for boiling down the only reason that I eat pancakes anymore. And as most of you know, all required to procure this product is show up at my parents front door. This year they are even trying to do it in nifty new plastic containers.
Which brings me to the first point I have ever made on this blog: Return them when they are empty. Mason Jars too.
I have been informed, by Veronica many, many times, that the most expensive part of the entire process of canning/jamming/syruping (pretty sure that isn’t a word) is the jar itself. Last year she did the math and figured that it was roughly about half the cost of the entire process. Half.
I am putting this out there for two reasons, one because I know that everyone who gets handed a jar of Strawberry Jam or Maple Syrup reads this (for unknown reasons), and two because I want more jam annually. The only reason that the jam stops flowing is because the cost of jars becomes prohibitive. So if you bring them back instead of making cool looking glasses or vases out of them I can have more, or they could be refilled for you. Either way.
Just ask the Sawicki’s. They pretty much swim in homemade pickles year round. Don’t ask me why, I don’t really like those.