My mom is moving to Nova Scotia after living far away from me for almost ten years. I am excited about this for many reasons, but here is the top five:
5) no more holiday pressure to fit all quality time into one week
4) her oatmeal, magically it tastes better than any oatmeal ever made by any other human
3) borrowing from her cookbook collection
2) playing games with my husband and my parents, the only people in the world I can trounce guilt-free (no one likes a trouncer!)
and the number one reason I am excited to have my mom near by: LEARNING HOW TO CAN AND PRESERVE TOGETHER.
Is that dorky? I don't think so. Booze is preserved and booze isn't dorky.
To celebrate her homecoming (and Christmas) I bought every book on canning I could find, wrapped them separately and gave them to her. We curled up on her butter leather sofa (number 6 on the list of why I am excited my mom is home: adult furniture to luxuriate in) and leafed through every page, making a list of what we are going to attempt to do this summer. We argued and maligned each other's choices, we bickered about whether you could safely substitute lemon juice for vinegar, we debated whether or not Christine Ferber's Mes Confitures is a practical guide or an unattainable fantasy. At last we achieved harmony: a list of twenty or so projects to complete in 2010.
Next Post: "The List"
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