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Preserving Canning Wisdom: Patricia From California

[Editor's note: This one in a series of essays by winners of our "Preserving Canning Wisdom" giveaway.]

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I first learned to can when I was about eight years old back in Texas. Four generations of women–my Great-Grandma, Grandma, Aunt Katie, Cousin Lisa, Mom, and I–would gather together in my Grandma’s kitchen to can the freshly picked bounty of Grandma’s garden.

Grandma lived in the country and she grew the most wonderful vegetables in her garden. I remember as a little girl wandering through row after row of corn, lettuce, okra, beans, tomatoes, onions, squash, carrots, potatoes, beets, and more. What fun it was to stop and pick a bean or a fresh tomato and eat it right off the vine!

I remember a particular day when we canned green beans, peaches, and tomatoes. My jobs included snapping the green beans and peeling and pitting the peaches. I also had the task of stirring the jam. Because I was so small, I stood on a stool in order to reach the stove so I could stir the jam. Grandma cautioned me not to let the mixture stick or the sugar would burn during the rolling boil. It was the best of days learning from all those great southern ladies.

Sadly, those first two generations have passed on–leaving my mother and me to teach my daughter this lost art. My daughter’s favorite thing to can (and eat) is strawberry jam. I so enjoy sharing this precious family tradition with my daughter so she will be able to teach the next generation.

It is so wonderful on a cold winter day to open a jar of home-canned vegetables or preserves. Opening a home-canned jar is like getting a double dose of joy: eating a wonderful treat and remembering the days of canning in the kitchen with family.

CAA Contributor Patricia Cogliandro cans in San Jose, California.

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Preserving Canning Wisdom: Patty From California

[Editor's note: This one in a series of essays by winners of our "Preserving Canning Wisdom" giveaway.]

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Photo by Lelonopo

I love canning with my little daughter! She is almost 4 years old and really can’t do that much to help–but she watches.  I absolutely believe that having her watch, and help me with the little things like washing the fruit is the first–and maybe most important–step in helping her learn to can by herself someday.

Canning is in my family.  My Irish born and raised grandmother used to can jams. During a time when frozen vegetables and TV dinners were the rage, she still served fresh vegetables and home cooked Sunday night dinners. The only regret I have is that I never canned with her.   It wasn’t something my mom ever did, so I learned it on my own, as an adult, with help from my sister-in-law.

We grow tomatoes and lemons and plums in our backyard and my daughter  picks those with me.  And I think that just letting her see me canning and involving her at her ability level will encourage her to want to can someday.  Of course, she loves to eat our homemade strawberry jam on our homemade scones.  I hope that this is the start of something we can always share together.

CAA Contributor Patty Ogg cans in Lomita, CA.

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Preserving Canning Wisdom: Kiva From Maryland

[Editor's note: This is the first in a series of essays by winners of our "Preserving Canning Wisdom" giveaway.]

3882473918_d70f489be0When I first discovered canning, I felt that a part of my childhood had lacked something very crucial–putting away our abundance for another time.  My great-grandmother canned but my grandmother and mother did not.  I was determined that my kids would know the importance of keeping our pantry stocked.  Not only is it important that they know how to stock a pantry, but also that with a few ingredients and no preservatives, you can have delicious items made with your own hands.

When I am canning, my children run to the kitchen to help me make jams, pickles and sauces. They are at the age now where they don’t want the mass-produced items because they do not taste as good as Mommy’s.  My children are instrumental in the planting of and harvesting from our garden, and are eager to help me make purchases from local growers.  They jump at the opportunity to do things like go strawberry picking–because they love strawberry jam.

We often share our canned items with others. Through giving, my children see first-hand the joy that comes from receiving a delicious jar of canned jam, relish, or pickles.  It is a joy to know that this time-honored tradition will be kept alive by my children. I must say that I feel for my son’s as-yet-unknown future wife–I hope her mother is teaching her to can, because Smucker’s and Mott’s come in a distant second and third to the taste of home-canned jams and sauces.

CAA Contributor Kiva Slade cans in Upper Marlboro, MD.  Read her blog at Farmstead Lady.

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Winners of our Cookbook Give-away: Preserving Canning Wisdom

Thank you to everyone who participated in our latest Cookbook Give-away, Preserving Canning Wisdom. It was delightful to read all of the lovely stories about how canning has inspired you and brought you together with loved ones of different generations.

The seven (7) winners of the giveaway, who will each receive a copy of Karen Solomon’s book, Jam It, Pickle It, Cure It are:

  • Diana Bob, Bellingham, WA
  • Patricia Cogliandro, San Jose, CA
  • Kathi Jenness, Renton, WA
  • Kimberly Leinstock, Gig Harbor, WA
  • Patty Ogg, Lomita, CA
  • Leslie Postin, Canton, IL
  • Kiva Slade, Upper Marlboro, MD

Please check back for announcements for our next cookbook give-away.

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