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The Simpsons recently did a Breakfast Club homage and I was like, "I wonder how many current Simpsons viewers are young enough to get that joke?"

Then I was like, "I am sad and old."

Word.

Do the kids even say "word" anymore?

*sigh*

One of my mid-20s-ish employees says "word" all the time, so I guess it's still 'hip.'

Buoyant shoes? Really? Huh.

If you can Wash, Cook and Boil, canning can be yours. Watch the Alton Brown Good Eats episode Urban Preservation - Jammin. It taught me so that I was confident enough to try strawberry jam. Then blackberry, then canned peaches from our own tree. Then the master course - my MIL's green tomato relish. You can even try it out in winter with a couple of bags of frozen blueberries.
Go for it.

We made our own strawberry preserves a year ago, but they were the freezer variety. I did enough canning through the years with my mom -- and the giant vegetable garden my folks still have -- to last a lifetime, thankyouverymuch.

Let me tell you about the jars of pickled beets my mom had in the utility room cupboard (where she stored canned stuff) for roughly 35 years. They sure were pretty.

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