Yesterday one thing just lead to another. First it was the coldest day of the year since last spring. Cold, damp, and rainy. I decided to heat up the house by baking bread. I walked the dogs while waiting for it to rise, and picked some apples while I was out*. So then I decided to bake some apple crisp too.
Next I realized the only thing missing for dinner was soup. So I pulled some mystery meat** from the freezer. And got the crock pot going.
Finally, because we’d had no soup for lunch. I thought “hey! I should can these leftovers***. So I got out my little pressure canner. It’s kinda small, so I don’t use it as often. But it was perfect for leftover soup. It holds 5 pint jars, and that’s exactly what I had left.
*I wrote a poem. Neil says it doesn’t suck:
in the autumn fog
with my dogs
I don’t mind
homemade bread beckons
**I didn’t THINK it was mystery meat. I thought it was rabbit, but once thawed it turned out to be turkey…
***I don’t like frozen potatoes even if they’re cooked first. And the last bit of leftover soup always goes bad in the fridge before it’s eaten.