Mx. Luna Corbden 🐸Oh no I’m not sure I like it. 🥺
I think I did it wrong.
At least it doesn’t taste like baby food.
Quite.
Anyway I’m outside now and according to the air-smells, the wasted apricots are happily fermenting.
As a young Mormon in the 70s, I remember my parents canning shit. I fucking hated it. Clamps and 3-part Kerr jars and steam and weird… clamps.
The prophet back then was all like, you either garden and can your own shit like a goddamn pioneer or you aren’t worthy of Celestial Glory and I’ve hated the idea of canning ever since. Even though I’ve never tasted pickled beets as good as we had all through the end of times (the end of the 80s).
So this is a big step for me. And a weird hit to my self-image.
But Indian spices make it fancy and urban and cool and I’m solarpunk now and I grew them apricots all by myself.*
* The tree grew them.
Well here it is. I was going for two jars so I tried to overshoot but really all I got was this jar and 1/10th of another jar. I should have prepped every single apricot I picked, because now they’re going in the compost.
Note that according to my research this jar is NOT self stable. Because I didn’t boil the whole jar with an inch of water over the top. I’m keeping this one in the freezer until I finish the 1/10th of the other, which is in the fridge.
[Edit: Remember to add picture!]
