A couple of years ago, my mom and aunt took a canning class. They learned a lot, had fun, and have made a bunch of canned goods since then. I asked them to teach me how. Next thing I know, I'm receiving canning supplies in the mail! (Thanks, Pat!)
Unfortunately, we then failed to do anything with it. I'd visit, or they'd visit, and we'd completely forget about canning lessons. When we did sometimes remember, it would be right at the end of a visit. So we'd say, "oh well, we'll do it next time." This has been going on for about a year! I decided that, no matter what, when they visited last week we were going to can something! I picked a recipe, got ingredients, and got my supplies organized. I was ready to go.
The visit didn't happen. Mom wasn't feeling well, and Pat had other obligations pop up at the last minute. Well crap. Now I had ingredients and materials, but no guidance. I decided to bite the bullet and do it on my own.
I'm always a bit nervous trying new things, and this was no different. I read my book, and saw that it looked like a pretty simple process. This made me worry that I was missing something. I anxiously and impatiently waited for my sauce to boil. I nervously muttered the steps to myself as I filled my jars. I couldn't sit still while I waited for the jars to process. I tried to avoid looking at them in the 24 hours they needed to sit before I checked the seals.
I'm pleased to say that it all seems to have worked perfectly on the first try. I don't think it's something I'll do regularly, but it seems like a useful skill to have. I'm proud of myself for trying, and pleased with the results.