A couple days ago, one of you said that your favorite thing after many hours of canning is to sit back and admire the pretty filled jars cooling on your counter. I so agree! Its like that with so many cooking and baking adventures. If I’m making my son a birthday cake, it is so rewarding to see the finished project sitting pretty and ready to be shown off to my son and our company. After a labor of love, the end product feels like it has part of you in it. I remember being a kid and the mac and cheese tasting better if I made it myself than if my mom made it for me (this is not to say that I don’t like mac and cheese anymore!!). Then there’s the flip side to this too. My sweet mother-in-law always says she enjoys the Thanksgiving dinner better the next day. I can totally relate to that too. You’ve worked so hard for so many hours. You’ve smelled that turkey baking for 3 hours or more. When you sit down you are so tired that everything tastes the same. But then when you sit down to eat the left overs on Black Friday, suddenly you can taste the flavor that wasn’t there the day before… and not just because it marinated further over night! Honestly, if I think about it, I may marvel at the jars of jelly or salsa on my counter all “tied up” and neat and ready to give away as gifts or be proudly displayed behind closed cabinet doors (that seems like a paradox!), but I’m quite sure that salsa is just NOT going to taste good the night I made it (at least a GINORMOUS batch of it… fresh salsa in small quantities can definitely be enjoyed!!). I’m tired. I’ve been smelling it all day. And to open a just finished jar seems like I’m defeating the purpose of the work I just did. But give it even a day… and you bet I’ll enjoy every pepper and tomato and drop of sweat that went into the kettle. I remember making salsa when I was pregnant with my first. The smell alone nearly sent me hurling in the toilet. I couldn’t even taste test it. I made my husband tell me if it was good enough to can or if I needed to add more of this or that. That was a bit risky. But I couldn’t do it myself. I went to bed so sick from the smell that night. I even had to sleep in the basement to get away from the smell! But in the a.m…. out came the chips, then a dip…. then a “well, its better than I thought it was last night, but too bad I was too sick to test it myself… close but no cigar.” Haha…. I’m really getting nowhere in this thought process. All that to say, I started this illustration with the two potato mashers, and it really morphed into a piece loosely based on canning tools.
Anyone else had the same experience? Like it better on day 2? Or marveling at its completion?
Two more days, then what, oh what shall the next series be? I’m not sure yet….
Happy happy happy Friday!!!!