This summer marks the 4th year anniversary of my grandmother’s passing. I wrote a little bit about her and our relationship back when it happened as a form of self-therapy, but one thing I left out was her love for canning.
Growing up, my grandparents owned a farm out in Creemore, Ontario which was treated sort of like the family cottage. We would spend all of our summers and each holiday up there with the entire family – all 16 of us!
One of my most vivid memories of my grandmother is her spending hours and hours in the kitchen, slaving away at making everyone jars and jars of their favourite jams and jellies.
