Proud Mommy to six... jars of bread and butter pickles, that is!

I just can't believe I made and canned pickles this morning!  I'm so proud, I just have to share.

I didn't use all the cucumbers Big D brought in, just 15 cups worth.  I used the smallest and skinniest first.

My lovely sous chef, Measle Bug.  She chopped all the onion.

My "weight" squishing the water out of the cucumbers and the vinegar concoction on the right.

Cucs cooking and lids boiling.  I washed the jars in hot soapy water, dried and baked them 15 min at 225.

This is before I wiped the rims.  I had enough for seven jars, but my family was curious to try them.

Boiling 10 minutes, three cans at a time.

Meet my babies.  They're beautiful, aren't they?  Taste good, too, and I don't even like pickles!

From Big D's garden into my jars.  What a rush!  It reminds me of the first time I sold something on ebay, many moons ago.  That turned into quite an obsession.  (I'm so over ebay, by the way, which may or may not have anything to do with our running out of things to sell : ).  Anyway, I've got to go check on the beef I'm rendering for tallow.  I know, I know.  I'm just a regular Ma Ingalls.  Well, except that I'm sitting here in my air conditioned living room, drinking a white mocha, and blogging on a computer with internet access to millions of people around the world.  Except for those little details, I'm just like Ma Ingalls.  I did make the white mocha myself, though.  But I bought the milk.  And the white chocolate chips.  And the instant decaf coffee.  Oh for goodness sake, I'm really not like her at all, am I?