Commonplace Book: M.F.K. Fisher on canning

With us, for the first years of my life, there was a series, every summer, of short but violently active canning.  Crates and baskets and lug-boxes of fruits bought in their prime and at their cheapest would lie waiting with opulent fragrance on the screened porch, and a whole battery of enameled pots and ladles and wide-mouthed funnels would appear from some dark cupboard. All I knew about the actual procedure was that we had delightful picnic meals while Grandmother and Mother and the cook worked with a kind of drugged concentration in our big dark kitchen, and were tired … Continue reading Commonplace Book: M.F.K. Fisher on canning

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