So this past Sunday I am just sitting around, sort of being a slug, reading a murder mystery novel that I had downloaded from "Project Gutenberg." (Those mysteries from the late 1800's sure can be fun!) And my phone rings. It is Number One Son. He wants to know if I have any space in my freezer and I tell him that I do. Not more than a couple of minutes later he walks through my door with a box that is about 18 inches square and maybe 6 inches high. And three frozen turkeys.
The place where my forklift driver son works manufactures a large variety of egg and potato foods, mostly for institutions or restaurants, although some are sold in stores. At Christmas time, the company hands out to the employees a variety of product. He said that he still had lots of food that he had received, but he knew that I would like what was in the box. Turns out the box was filled with frozen egg omelets with ham, onion and peppers. Son isn't fond of onions or peppers and I am, so this worked out well. I have tried a couple of them since, and they are good, especially with grated cheese on top. And plain, they make a great egg sandwich.
Anyway, it seems that the store where he shops had the turkeys on sale for 58 cents a pound. When I tried to pay him for the turkeys, he just laughed at me. He says that after I get them canned, he will be taking a few jars home with him, and that if he buys the meat and I do the work of canning them, we both benefit. Makes sense.
So as soon as I have enough empty pint jars again, I will be canning turkey. I have lots of quart jars now, so I think I will make some turkey broth to can as well. Broth is something I like to have in my pantry for soups or casseroles or chicken and biscuit dishes.
And I thought canning season was about over. Not hardly!