I’m not sure exactly what it is about canning, dehydrating, freezing or otherwise stocking the larder with a year round supply of food from our garden or the Farmer’s Market that is so enticing. It is a heck of a lot of work. It is incredibly messy and time consuming. It is, quite frankly, all consuming for a couple of weeks in late August or early September. But, every year towards the end of August, it draws me in like a moth to a flame. The pressure cooker comes out of the basement, my marinara-making t-shirt comes out of the closet adorned with years of accumulated stains, empty jars take over my counters, and every pot in the kitchen is dirtied. It’s time, as my grandma would say, to “put food by”.
I wonder if it‘s evolutionary. Am I harkening back to my hunting and gathering ancestors? Or maybe I’m channeling my grandparents who survived the Depression with the help of food preserved from their farm. Whatever the reason, there is something wonderfully rewarding about seeing the pantry and freezer full to the brim before we enter the bleak months of winter. The fact that four grocery stores are within three miles of my house, dampens my satisfaction not a whit. No, the joys of über nesting are not based in logic.