Yes, fifty. FIFTY! This morning it was fifty degrees. I love fifty degrees. Fifty degrees is about the perfect temperature. Fifty is right in the middle of zero which is too cold, and one hundred which is too hot. Fifty is perfect.
And fifty (well, it will warm up but I like the sound of fifty) degrees will make processing these babies a little cooler. I have been freezing things because I have no place to store canned produce. Our house is built on a cement slab, it's a patio home, with no basement. I have a small kitchen, no pantry. So finding storage for canned goods would be rough, hence the freezing instead of canning. But son in Alaska wants some tomatoes, and frozen tomatoes would not be frozen anymore after ten days on the road, so I am going to can some to bring up to Chris and Amy. The exciting thing is that he is going to trade me canned tomatoes for canned smoked salmon. Now who do you think is the winner here?
The great grand is scheduled for the 22nd. Can't wait. The only problem is that it's going to be very difficult to meet her and then leave her when we take off. Thank goodness daughter Kari, the grandmother, bought a new camera, and I can expect pictures daily until we return and I can take my own.
And now I am going to take my coffee out to the patio and enjoy the current 54 degrees.