I can tooo-na

Remember how last year Michael caught some tuna in the deep blue sea and we canned it? Guess what? It happened again this year. Only this time, we have waaaay more than last year. Like 3 times as much. I've been canning for 3 days. My house smells like the ocean only without the pleasant sea mist that usually accompanies such odors.

Those tuna are some freaky lookin' fish, if you ask me. With their big eyes and sharp looking fins. It's like they're daring you to mess with them and win. Well guess what, my little bug-eyed fishy friends? You're dead!
(We thank you for your life. And the meat you will provide for our mealtimes.)

Since I have an aversion to all things disgusting, Michael decided to uphold his end of the deal we made when we wed where he said that he would gut, clean and handle all the animals we would ever harvest in our life together if I would but change every poopy diaper that ever came our way. I readily and heartily agreed. Who's got the better end of this bargain, hmmm? Shhhhh. Don't tell him it's me.

I can't remember how many pounds of meat we harvested, but it was a lot. (Michael estimates about 120 pounds.) This one cooler was filled to the brim, along with another industrial sized cooler. So far, I have canned 6 dozen pints and there's still more to go.

Among the required list of supplies is that pretty little blue and white bottle I affectionately call my BSF. Best Sanitization Friend. Who cares if sanitization isn't a word? Today is Wednesday, so I am officially making it the Wednesday's Word of the day. Yep, that bottle of Clorox Bleach sure aids in the process of de-stinking my house. It also purifies all cleaning surfaces and hands.

Hopefully tonight, I can get to bed a little earlier than last night and the night before and the night before...

There's only so much Facebook I can take when I babysit the pressure gauge on the pressure canner.