There is something magical about seeing rows of home-canned foods stacked on the shelf in the pantry. There is a beauty in being able to see through the glass and feel a connection to your food, knowing you had a hand in it. No fancy labels or opaque tin to mask the appearance of juicy summer peaches or pickled dilly beans. The rainbow of color invites your eyes to wander from one jar to the next and imagine future meals and potlucks, graced by your impressive food preservation skills.

As I gaze upon my own canned goods, each one holds a memory. I can feel the heat of hot summer afternoons picking beets and carrots to bring in from the garden to can. Perhaps you recall your own garden, trips to the farmer’s market, or the chilly April morning you landed that huge Chinook in the spring run. Some of us like looking at our jars so much we ration them to keep more food on the shelf and end up with lots left to eat when the next season’s produce comes pouring in.