If you need me, I'll likely be in the kitchen.
This week is a big canning week.
I've been wanting to try my hand at canning chicken and when I saw a store ad for cases of chicken at a great price, the fact that I had about 400 pears waiting for me in the garage was simply a fleeting thought and I determined that now was the time to create our supply of canned chicken.
By Saturday night I may never want to see a canning jar again,
but that feeling is very temporary.
Few things satisfy me more than seeing all those glistening jars lined up on the shelves!
In Texas, when I would buy a large amount of produce to can, I often got funny remarks.
I thought moving to Utah would change that since canning is so much more normal in Utah.
But the funny remarks continue!
Today I stopped by the grocery store to pick up some more jars and the friendly bagger asked,
"What are you canning?"
"Chicken and pears," I replied.
"Chicken???" she asked with surprise and confusion.
"Yeah, you have to use a pressure canner, so it's not as common..." I trailed off lamely.
"Do you own chickens???" she asked.
It wasn't until later that I really thought about what that would mean--
raising chickens, killing them, plucking them, skinning them, de-boning them, and then canning them?
I'm so glad this isn't that intense!
Later in the day as I held up a very large piece of raw chicken,
Talmage looked at me, pulled a face, and said,
"It looks like a baby chicken. It looks like an embryo."
It was my turn to be surprised and confused.
"Doesn't it look like an embryo?" he questioned.
"Where did you learn the word 'embryo'?" I responded.
"In The Magic School Bus Cracks a Yolk!" he replied as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Cutting up the chicken became even more distasteful as I kept imagining the pieces being shaped like little embryo chickens.