She sourced 12 kilos of beef from the local farmer's market. She also bought some new jars, having given most of our mason jars away to a friend in Oz.
And then she had at it, staying up late to can batch after batch in our little 4-jar pressure cooker.
But…it didn't work. The jars didn't seal. Instead of saving the meat for the Tuamotus, we're going to be feasting on it right now.
The jars she bought evidently were no good, so no discredit to Alisa and the enormous effort she put into the whole project.
But still, I'm so used to projects like this just working when Alisa takes them on. I wonder if something larger is afoot - has this woman truly been away from Alaska for so long that she can't can meat any more?
Has she lost her Great Land street cred?
I only recognize her as my wife because, after getting exactly no good cans out of the last two batches, she's found some new jars in town and is going to try again tomorrow.
That's the Alisa I know.
|They don't have oatmeal where we're going - so Alisa bought 18 kilos of the stuff...|