As a young girl, canning was a summer constant. My mother had a huge garden filled with every fruit and vegetable Southwestern Virginia could grow. She would spend hours picking peaches, blueberries, raspberries, cucumbers, green beans, carrots, radishes. You name it. But, not even our neighbors could keep up with all of the produce coming out of our garden. I would make humiliating deliveries to their front doors, praying they would not answer after I rang the doorbell, to offer them plastic Kroger bags over-filled with tomatoes, green beans, corn, and herbs. On my summer layoffs, my one chore each day was to pick the garden … [read more]
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