My canning session today turned into a longer one than expected.
I had opened the freezer in my refrigerator to take something out, and found that everything was thawed. Checked the refrigerator and it was warm as well. Called my landlord, who said he would be here by suppertime, and if he couldn't fix it, he would get me a new refrigerator. He was able to fix it, but has plans to replace all of the appliances in the building within the year. He is right when he says that things just aren't made to last any more.
In the meantime, I had 6 lbs of thawed hamburger. three pounds of thawed chicken breast and a thawed whole chicken.
Some laugh at me or just shake their heads when they see that I have extras of most everything. Including canning jars. Including canning lids.
Cut the chicken breast into about one inch pieces and packed them into pint jars. Ran those jars through the pressure canner with the second canner load of ham and bean soup.
Browned the hamburger and packed it into pint jars. Processed it after the soup and chicken were done. Got 8 pints of hamburger.
I was reluctant to refreeze the whole chicken, so I plopped it into a stock pot, covered it with water and added seasonings. Cooked it over a low flame the better part of the afternoon and had part of it for supper. The rest I packaged up and put into my chest freezer.
If I hadn't had what I needed on hand to can the thawed meat, I might have lost it. I can't afford to toss out meat. And I don't like to freeze meat that has been frozen and thawed. So for me, canning is the best option.
Let them laugh. I don't care. I would rather be laughed at and be prepared than to not have what I need when I need it.
God's Word for Saturday, 10/21/17
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