Written in August.
In the grand tradition of Mormons everywhere, I pulled my Ox from the mire, and shoved my ass in.
Ok, so OX is metaphorical, and so is DONKEY.
The apricots canned last night had to be put away, they filled the stovetop, and cooking MUST happen today if we are to eat.
But since the apricots still in the boxes are ripening so fast, and some on the bottom that I cannot see yet are rotting, I have to finish processing the rest of the over-ripes today, so I got more jars from storage and set them out. We'll be stuffing more jars this afternoon.
So grateful for these apricots, this is the first time I've had enough in the last several years for canning and my favorite jam.