It's sad really. My entire life as a housewife can be summed up in the following statement...
I cannot find my 16 quart stockpot.
Sad isn't it? I mean, it's big and silver. And it's in my house somewhere. And yet I cannot for the life of me find it. I looked in all the obvious places. I looked in several less obvious places. My pressure canner is in the laundry room. But no stockpot. I even called Lourna to see if she perchance remembered seeing it somewhere when she was here visiting. But alas, no.
So... I made my strawberry jam in 8 oz. jars instead of pint sized jars because those were the only jars short enough to put in my regular 8 quart-ish stock pot. But really that's probably better anyway because then it is easier to share my bounty without feeling like I don't have any left for me. On my kitchen counter I have 11 jars of strawberry jam.
I also have sore feet and I'm really, really tired. Of course that could also be because I worked out today for the first time in 5 days.
And now here is a question for you... was the relaxation of my annual pedicure that I had this morning cancelled out by the afternoon and evening spent in the kitchen? Perhaps. But I will still have my sparkly flower jewels - one on each big toe. And that makes everything better.