That's the reason I absolutely refuse to can ANYTHING. Bad bad Wisconsin August childhood memories of Mom standing over the pressure cooker, the excess humidity dripping from the ceiling, the Braves' game on the radio on top of the refrigerator, my dad shuffling the cards at the table for yet another game of solitaire, pinochle, cribbage...

I don't can. I don't play cards. And I don't follow baseball (or any other organized sport).

Childhood influences on the rest of my life...

Linn