During a recent conversation with friends, the subject of my incessant canning came up. It went something like this:
S: "Where did that bushel of tomatoes in your kitchen come from?"
Me: "From Moses Farm - I'm canning sauce, salsa and tomatoes."
J: "Don't you have a bunch of tomatoes in your own garden?"
S: "So, how much do you have left from the last four years of canning?"
Me: "Um. A lot."
J: "And, how large is this family you're feeding?"
Me: "Um. One."
S&J (in unison): "So why the heck are you canning everything in sight until all hours of the night?"
Me: "I'm channeling a Depression Era farmwife."
Makes perfect sense to me.