Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Just as there are certain things we’re born to do, there are certain things we should try only once.
I took a class on canning tonight. It’s good to feel humble now and again – if one doesn’t make a habit of it.
It was kind of like being back in my ceramics class, or flying a plane, when the teacher sort of takes over at some point, spotting disaster. (Here are the teachers, prior to disaster alert.)
I can grow food, my problem is what to do after it’s grown. Here’s Christina -- talented writer, photographer, dedicated teacher, horticulturist, seed-saver, chef, world-traveler, blah-blah-blah. I think she lacks focus.
After learning many things, including that botulism is not detectable by sight or smell, I said, “It seems there are many ways this canning business might kill you.” They laughed. I was serious.
My jars are safe, pretty, because they required little self-participation.