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| Saturday, 26 November 2011 | Marita Prandoni | Blog Entry |
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When I turned eight, my family moved to New Mexico, where the growing season extended months longer. Nevertheless, industrial food began to creep into our diet. Fruits and vegetables arrived via semis from California’s Central Valley. The Jolly Green Giant, Del Monte and Dole moved into the pantry, delegating Ball jars to temporary tarantula homes, their lids punctured with nail holes. But food out of cans was short-lived for me. This year, our garden has cranked out bucketfuls of raspberries and strawberries and soon, bushels of peaches. I’ve made fruit tarts and pies and have frozen bagfuls. And finally, I have taught myself how to can, starting with raspberry and strawberry-rhubarb preserves. It’s super easy. First, buy a flat of canning—aka Mason—jars and a box of pectin at the grocery store. Inside the box is a packet of the off-white powder. It’s extracted from citrus fruits and is what builds the cell walls of terrestrial plants. This makes your preserves gel. There is also a small packet of calcium to be mixed with water. The pectin comes with easy instructions and recipes for cooked jam and jelly, with or without a food processor. In a nutshell, here are the steps:
Lift the jars out of the water and cool for 12 hours. Within minutes, you’ll hear that lovely popping sound. Note: less sugar means a shorter shelf life. Typical shelf lives are three months in the pantry or six months in the refrigerator. It was high time I returned to my Montana roots. And, thinking back on the awe with which I observed my big sisters, canning is not nearly as daunting as I had imagined. Help the Earth, Spread the Word: Share this article with family and friends by clicking on the "Email This" or "Share This" links below right. Then see TODAY'S TOP STORIES. Additional resources: Comments
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Written by Maggie Zenn , October 07, 2009
Marita,
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I just GOT it. Sure I've recycled for years, tried to consume less, driven the car a little less, but never really put it all together. I'm so embarrased that it has taken me so long to embrace my role as a planetary steward. I have taken serious steps to reduce our carbon footprint. I think that there are a lot of people out there like me, who are slow to "understand the big picture", and then suffer humilation over the time it took us to really get on board. Well, I am humbly awake now. No more recycled bags full of Ho-Ho's. Maggie |

I was born in Montana and come from a long line of hearty Montana women who knew how to capitalize from short growing seasons. They canned fruits and vegetables to last the long, quarrelsome winters that would butt into the start of my swimming lessons as late as early July. I used to watch my older sisters can for 4-H projects and county-fair competitions. I vividly remember the sucking-in pop of the Ball-jar seals while the preserves cooled. 
Home-grown food is where it's at. Not only is your body and soul better nourished, you become one with the place where you live. It engenders a relationship with nature that doesn't require travel.