Last Saturday my Relief Society had a "Super Saturday" and we canned chicken. I had some previous commitments (a birthday party, not to mention naps for the kiddos) so I contemplated not going at all. I remember my mom canning when we were kids. It looked like so much work, the kitchen (and therefore the house) was hot and steamy all day, and I remember being kind of afraid of it. I guess I would see my mom sticking her hands into the hot, boiling water and being warned a thousand times to not touch the jars on the counter.
Anyway, part of me wanted to can chicken because I knew I should for food storage purposes, not to mention I already had the jars. I decided to go for just long enough to get my jars packed and in the pressure cooker. I got there (with both kids since Robert was working) at 8:30 and realized upon arrival that not only was there NOT a child care room set up, but I was the only one who had brought my kids. Ethan was calm and mellow, as usual, but Craig wanted to run everywhere and touch everything, including the propane stoves and burners (which weren't lit yet). We were set up in the parking lot and as I tried to stand there and listen to the directions while corralling Craig and keep him from running in front of cars (the pine wood derby was happening in the gym), I started to wonder how I was going to do this. I decided to call a neighbor and see if I could bring Craig over for an hour while I got my chicken started, but then I realized I forgot my phone and I didn't know their number. I was just about to give up and go home when I thought, "I'll just put him in the car for 30 minutes." I was only doing 10 jars so he wouldn't have to cry and scream for too long. And then I remembered: we have a DVD player in our new van! Hallelujah! I popped in the Wiggles and Craig watched four grown men dancing and singing, "Toot toot, chuga chuga, big red cah" for a half an hour, Ethan enjoyed being held by a gracious sister in the ward, I got my jars done, and we were off!
The chicken is very tasty, by the way, and I've decided that I want a pressure cooker because I really like canning!





