Well, not on purpose. I just wasn't paying attention yesterday when the packages of bacon arrived in my kitchen. They were 3 lb. packages - not 5 lb. They yielded 13 half-pint jars of diced bacon. The 18 lbs. of hamburger gave me another 21 pints for the shelves. The last of it is in the pressure canner as I write. And I wonder why it is that I can't get my fingers to type a single sentence on this laptop without creating errors. Sigh.
Tomorrow morning I will get going with the Great Northern beans. I didn't write down how many quarts of canned beans I can get from one pound of dry beans last year, so your guess is as good as mine.
And now I'm off to clean up my messy kitchen. I really wish I were one of those tidy people who can wash a dish as soon as it is dirtied, dry it and put it back into the cupboard. Alas, I am not. I have two dishwashers, but both are located on the ends of my arms, so there is no hiding away the dirty dishes. Pray for me. And if I don't resurface in a day or two, send in a rescue party.
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