I was up by 8 o'clock, peaches had to be canned. I fed the dog, and made the coffee.
The blacksmith made us breakfast of sausage and scrambled egg burritos while I peeled peaches.
As I finished up the first kettle of peaches in medium syrup, I ladled them into 12 pint jars. About this time the blacksmith got an important business call. He is usally my carrier.
I thought I can carry these jars to the garage. Yes we can in our garage to keep the heat out of the house. He already had the two pots heating up.
I opened the door ahead of time, knowing the tray would be heavy.
I made it fine walking through the kitchen, and the mud room, I stepped down into the garage . . .
and then this HAPPENED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The blacksmith hung up the phone and came to see what was wrong, with my hands over my face he grabbed me. I wasn't hurt, only my feelings. He salvaged 3 pints.
There was no use crying over spilled
And so our day continued.
Back to peeling more peaches. I canned 10 more pints.
I made 3 half pint jars of peach syrup and canned 7 pints of peach salsa.
After that we canned 8 pints of pinto beans. Thank you Judy for the recipe.
We stopped about 3 for brunch, or lupper as it turned out to be. I made BLT's and the blacksmith cleaned some corn on the cob.
After fueling up, the blacksmith worked up all the tomatoes to make salsa, as I chopped the onions, peppers and garlic. We ended up with 10 jars of yummy salsa.
By 7:15 the dishes were done. We were exhausted. But darn we make a good team.
Lesson learned, don't cry over spilled milk. . . . life goes on.
102 degree was the high today.