Last night Farmer, Garth Brooks, and I blanched, peeled, cut, and canned peaches. Honestly, Garth Brooks didn't do much work. He was just there serenading us as we finished the 2 bushels of peaches the kids and I picked on Thursday. He caused a few distractions like the time he was tearin' it and burnin' it down and I line-danced across the kitchen with a bowl of lukewarm peach water to throw out... never do that folks. It will slosh all over your clothes and make for a sticky mess on the floor. Spoken from experience now. Boot scootin' and canning do not exist cohesively.
Farmer, on the other hand, was much more helpful. He loves to peel and cut peaches. It's a fond childhood memory for him and I'm so thankful for 2 sets of hands during the process of canning peaches. As soon as the peaches were all ready to can, he called it a night and headed to bed while I stayed up to water bath them. 2-1/2 hours of quietness later, canned peaches were done for the year.
This is the kitchen mid-way through blanching and prepping... when Garth Brooks entered the scene:
And the end product: (otherwise known as "the moment when I look at it all and think the work and post-cleaning process was worth it"):
2-1/2 bushels or so of peaches gave us 50 quarts. I have a peck of peaches left and think I'll venture into the world of dehydrating for them... I am done canning peaches for the year!!!