My next book is Rock Science for Dummies. Just kidding. I always feel like a nuclear physicist when I put my canning jars in my pressure canner. I don't know if it is because it looks like the canner is a spy satellite that should be floating around Mars. I don't know if I should be colliding atoms in it. It just feels like I need a better lab coat and some really nerdy goggles.
This morning I got up a little early to get some beans and meat canned before my class. The canner makes a hissing sputtering noise when it is processing jars.
My husband kept asking me, "Should it be making the noise it was making?"
He asked persistently, " Is that thing going to explode?"
My response was, "Yes on the first question.
Leave me alone, I'm a professional.
I'm making your beans."
Silence. Gigggggle. Knee slapping.
Then I almost sat on the floor laughing. Beans.
"Should it be making that noise?"
Do you get it?
Don't worry. Ace didn't get my joke either. I think I was just giggly tired and it was starting to show. I think it is evidence that I have teenage boys that talk about gas way more than they should.
I told him I just needed more chocolate covered cinnamon bears.
Ace just looked at me like I needed more sleep...and maybe a vacation.
There you go.
Always My Very Best,
Your Friend Chef Tess