Jars: Trash or Treasure?
To me, it was a box full of potential. I know Grandma Joyce is a collector of stuff. Out of the box of miscellaneous jars, I decided not to keep many of unknown origin or with chipped rims. After a little digging and sorting, look what turned up:
I found some of my very favorite jar style in that box. I adore these squat squared half pint jars. They are shaped differently than anything I can buy new and the flat back side gives a lovely view of what is canned inside.
Using inherited or thrifted jars adds a whole new dimension to the preservation effort. As I'm milling applesauce, coring tomatoes, or stirring jam, I often wonder what the life was like of the woman or man who used the jars before me.
Were they preserving out of necessity or hobby? Were they making a special family recipe or trying something new? Were they working alone with babes underfoot, alongside their teenage children, or with a group of friends as my mother used to do? Of course, I will never know the situations for most vintage jar in my stash.
I can guess with relative assurance that anyone who went to the pains of home canning some time ago would be delighted to know that someone is still using their jars and practicing the art of food preservation. This post is part of Simple Lives Thursday.