(Holzwarth Historic Site, Rocky Mountain National Park)
One life stamps and influences another, which in turn stamps and influences another, on and on, until the soul of human experience breathes on in generations we’ll never even meet.
~ Mary Kay Blakely
An interesting side-effect of all the canning and freezing I do at this time of year is that I not only feel a deeper connection to the land I live on and the community I am a part of, but I also feel part of a long line of women (and some men) who have spent the latter months of summer and the early months of autumn preserving the harvest.
It’s sometimes hard for me to imagine what it must have been like trying to keep food around well into the winter months without the modern appliances we have now.
The reason I preserve some of the harvest is to save money since I am no longer working outside of the home. But I also do it because I like opening a jar of tomatoes in the depths of winter, when the world outside of my door is covered in snow and ice, and getting a whiff of summer as I sniff the tomatoes to make sure all is well (and not rotting).
Yesterday I finally finished up canning the tomatoes. I’m thinking of heading over to Hilgert’s for another bushel of them as tomatoes are something I use a lot of in cooking. They go into soups, stews, chili, pasta sauces, and probably plenty of other things not coming to mind at the moment.
Which reminds me…
I made a risotto the other night as part of my adventures in cooking. It was fabulous. I’ll share the recipe with you soon.