Oh man, you're lucky to have a wife that cans. I used to love going down into the root cellar at my grandparents farm house...everything you could want put up in jars. Used to run the other way though when it was canning time...my cousin and I got pressed into turning the counter-mounted hand grinder whenever my grandmother made home-made hot chow-chow with peppers, etc. from the garden. You'd cry like you were cutting onions. When we got too rowdy during summer visits, we were put to work in the garden weeding with a cotton hoe. That may be why I only have container gardens now when I get industrious enough to bother with it. Gotta quit readin this thread...I'm getting hungry enough to make it happen.