I did it! I canned 12 jars of fig preserves! I feel like quite the homesteader. I don't know why I was so afraid of it. I still have a tree full of figs and plenty of time to can them with all the rain we've been having here in the south.
I talked with Meg. Her neighbor rushed out to her when he saw her the other day, not knowing she had been in France with me. He and his wife had been frantic, seeing her car not move from her driveway for 3 weeks. They were afraid Meg's husband, Alan, a really nice guy, had done-off with her and had buried her in the backyard.
If you're in the Chattanooga area tomorrow, please drop by for our opening reception. The more the merrier. Here are a few of the pieces you'll see there...
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