I don't can. My mom has in the past, but she never taught me how. I borrowed a big book on canning from her once, and it sat in my kitchen for an entire Autumn, unopened. I don't pickle. My grandma did, on my father's side. She was from the South, a land of pickling strange things. I didn't ask her much about pickling before her mind went, and she passed away a few years back. She took that knowledge with her. I don't harvest, in any literal sense. We have the frames for raised beds in our … [Read more...]