forge turned to canning kitchen

I thought today was going to be about sewing but I was wrong.  Living where we currently do, I have no way to preserve pumpkins in a root cellar or someplace cool.  There is no place cool unless you are in an artificial environment.  I had to can pumpkins.  It was time.

I spent six hours cleaning, peeling, and "cubing" pumpkin to go in jars and to be canned.  My Beloved told me to close my eyes at one point.  He brought in another eight pumpkins from the garden.  He says there are still more.  He set up a turkey fryer base in his forge and watches over the pressure cooker for me.  

I told him I took over the forge and made it a canning kitchen.  He said that was always the plan!  I could not gotten through this day without him.  He is a most beloved Beloved.

This is two thirds of the pumpkin I canned.  There are nineteen more still processing.  So far, everything has sealed.  The canned pumpkin will make wonderful soup.  I will need to cook it down to make good pie or bread but that does not surprise me.

My knees, legs, and feet are stiff from standing.  My right hand is swollen and both hands are stiff.  They would be much worse if I had not been using my Beloved's knives!  But for today, the canning is done.

Guess what is for dinner.  Pumpkin soup!