Funny thing about that feeling though...
Somewhere about the time it is -20 (yes, that is below zero) in the middle of January and I am longing for a fresh, organic garden tomato, I will remember all those tomatoes so lovingly and painstakingly canned. Blithely I will skip my way down to the Harvest Room and grab some of these luscious jars for chili or soup....and I will have forgotten every aching muscle spent planting, growing, harvesting and finally processing these beauties.
And I will long for the next garden season so I can do it all again.
Just like childbirth, canning is its own form of insanity.
So very hard, but so very, very worth it.