Canning is fun.
We are such novices. We came through the whole adventure relatively unscathed, with the exception of Michael, who nearly dropped a vat of boiling brine on himself, Lily, Allison, and possibly me when his potholder fringe caught fire from the gas flame. Instead, he burned the holy hell out of his middle (birdie) finger and managed to prevent anyone having to endure the unspeakably painful ickiness of a vinegar scald. Despite the excitement, all our jars sealed properly, which is great, but I have absolutely no idea how the pickles will turn out. It puts me in mind of a song...
"Will the pickles be unsquishy, by and by Lord, by and by? Will the pickles be unsquishy, in the jar Lord, in the jar?"
So far today, everything looks fine, though the second batch of pickles has some strange crystallization of salt suspended in the brine.
Pictures of the process at the photo album site. Note my screamin' green kitchen and homemade ventilation (tabletop fan)...
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