08/26/2026
Apparently, I Have Chosen Produce Over Sanity. 🌽🍑😂
I should probably be cleaning my house.
I am, in fact, not cleaning my house.
I am stressed.
There are things that need to be done.
Laundry exists in several distinct geological layers.
There is a suspicious amount of stuff on every horizontal surface.
And yet…
When someone says, “Hey, do you want some produce?”
My brain goes:
YES. ABSOLUTELY. BRING IT TO ME.
Because apparently I don't have enough going on.
So while my house continues its slow descent into chaos, I've been washing, chopping, blanching, boiling, peeling, slicing, dehydrating, pressure canning, water-bath canning, freezing, and generally finding increasingly creative ways to make food stop being perishable.
At this point, I have accepted that I am not the woman who keeps a spotless house during harvest season.
I am the woman who looks around at the mess and says,
“Well… at least there are 28 quarts of corn.”
And honestly?
That's something. 😂
The 2026 Preservation Tally So Far:
🌽 CANNED:
161 jars of various fruits, vegetables, jams, jellies, fillings, syrups, and preserves
🍑 DEHYDRATED / DRIED:
About 36 pint-equivalents of dried produce, including corn, peaches, peach skins, plums, bell peppers, onions, herbs, and more
6 trays of blackberry fruit leather
❄️ FROZEN:
Berries (blackberries, raspberries, blueberries) currently taking up residence in the freezer, because apparently even the freezer gets to participate in this madness.
📦 STORED:
Enough jars, bags, trays, and miscellaneous containers of preserved food to make Future Me feel extremely smug.
And the funniest part?
I'm still taking produce.
I don't know who needs to hear this, but apparently the answer to
“Are you stressed?”
is not always “Do less.”
Sometimes it's:
“Yes. But is that a box of peaches?” 😂
My house may be a mess.
My stress level may be questionable.
But come winter?
I'm going to be VERY glad I was apparently incapable of saying no to produce. 🌽🍑🫐