I’m canning this summer.  I canned salsa, pizza sauce and pasta sauce two summers ago and really liked the results.  Last year I had no desire to can. This year I got the itch once again.  I’m still on the fence about canning and if it is worth it or not.

I like knowing exactly what is in my food. I like picking fresh ingredients and the satisfaction I feel when I see the jars in the cabinet.  I don’t usually feel that satisfaction with domestic activities. When I clean a room I think of how it will be dirty again quickly.  When I do laundry I hate putting it away. I do feel satisfaction when I walk out of a nursing mama’s room and feel I have helped them. I feel satisfaction when I see my girls make good choices or succeed in something.  I remember feeling a sense of pride when I had clean diapers waving in the sun, so maybe my domestic genes are just picky.

This year I am canning pizza and pasta sauce, pickles and salsa. I’m also planning on freezing some zucchini stuff for bread and muffins.  So far so good. I hate how my kitchen is overwhelmed by food processors and jars, but I think it will be worth it.

I also donned my apron again for kicks and giggles!  Who knows how I’ll feel next summer, but this summer I’m liking it.

What domestic activities make you feel happy?

 
Flip Flops Rule

I cannot believe I haven’t blogged in over a week.  In my defense, it’s been a bit nutty around here.  Last minute camping trip to Geneva on the Lake, school starting, school starting and did I mention school started this week.  Yes, along with getting all the supplies ready and organized and last minute shoe buying, we also had a end of the summer get-together.   These are all very valid reasons for my absence!

I plan on posting some pictures soon of our summer soon.  I also want to talk about our plans for the Fall.  FALL.  I’m dreading winter already.

Photo Credit

 

Today was a busy, busy day as usual.

 I got the kids to school, went to mom-in-laws to get copies made.  

Made a presentation to Mita’s class about Adoption and Ethiopian culture.  

Then I went home and did some chores.  I ended up falling asleep in my comfy chair when I sat down.  Thankfully mom (the world’s best mom) called and woke me up!  

I was able to drop off Elle and get to Meg’s Girl Scout meeting on time.  We had a great meeting, lots of fun and no whining!

Then off to my parents for pizza and playtime with cousins.  

By the time I got home, I still had dishes from breakfast on the table.  This is no way to live. I must be quicker, grow more arms or learn to not sleep.  

Has anyone else been able to become a super hero?  I need suggestions!

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