Canning is not for sissy's

Yesterday ALMOST kicked my butt.
1 batch of green beans.
9 batches of peach jam (23 pints)
10 batches of bottled peaches ( 24 pints, 45 quarts)

13 hours, 2 stoves, 2 water bath canners (However, one committed suicide during it's first batch...necesitating a new replacement. Lucky me I like anything new.) Close to 900 trips up and down stairs since I used both stoves. (Stormy weather made it impossible to use the camp chef on the deck right off the upstairs kitchen). 1 very agreeable Garrett who became my canning buddy when he got home from school and gave me hope amidst the craziness. Approximately 5 phone calls to Mom just so someone could cheer me on.

I love seeing my shelves fill up with food. I also feel like I am connecting on some level with my grandmothers and channeling some pioneer, so I do like to feel so handy in the kitchen. However, ...my greatest accomplishment yesterday...not one Dr. Pepper to help the day move along. Now that my friends was a first!