Is it weird that canning makes me feel empowered? In the past it has scared me to death. It's hot (I don't ever want a skin graft), and there is glass involved (I don't ever want stitches), and what if I feel botulism to my family (I don't ever want to do that, I can't even spell it)? But this year, through the help of my friend Melissa, I have learned to be comfortable with the process. So far we have canned (from left to right) Salsa, plum jam, and jalapeno jelly!