We've all had them. Dinners that end up on the compost heap, things that explode or recipes that just don't turn out right.
I was hoping that you would like to share some of your less than perfect endeavours.
This is just one of mine...believe me there are many others. I was new to canning and had just visited the local pick-your-own farm and brought home 40 pounds of peaches. It had rained the night before but hubby and I schlogged our way around the orchard. We picked those that were ripe but still rock hard figuring we'd let them soften and put them up the following weekend. We lined them up on the dining room table when we got them home.
All was well until the following day. Some of the peaches didn't quite look right. Throughout the day, we noticed that some of the peaches were turning black and collapsing. They were bruising and oozing. I reluctantly pitched them wondering what was wrong. By the next morning, a work day, more had begun to morph and by the time we got home they were all in a state of rot. We tried to salvage what we could but each time hubby said "rotten" or "too hard" and tossed them in the trash, my heart fell. I stood there crying while I cut up the few that we could save. My dreams of jars and jars of put-up peaches ended up to be about 6 jars. I then found out that you should never pick peaches after it rains. Alway wait for a dry spell.
I would love the hear some of your stories.
Please share.
This is just one of mine...believe me there are many others. I was new to canning and had just visited the local pick-your-own farm and brought home 40 pounds of peaches. It had rained the night before but hubby and I schlogged our way around the orchard. We picked those that were ripe but still rock hard figuring we'd let them soften and put them up the following weekend. We lined them up on the dining room table when we got them home.
All was well until the following day. Some of the peaches didn't quite look right. Throughout the day, we noticed that some of the peaches were turning black and collapsing. They were bruising and oozing. I reluctantly pitched them wondering what was wrong. By the next morning, a work day, more had begun to morph and by the time we got home they were all in a state of rot. We tried to salvage what we could but each time hubby said "rotten" or "too hard" and tossed them in the trash, my heart fell. I stood there crying while I cut up the few that we could save. My dreams of jars and jars of put-up peaches ended up to be about 6 jars. I then found out that you should never pick peaches after it rains. Alway wait for a dry spell.
I would love the hear some of your stories.