She made apple wine and didn't know it. You have to be like the Daleks - sterilize sterilize STERILIZE. Who knows for sure what happened, but if she had a whole batch blow up, an unwanted visitor crept in and never got cooked out. Back in Michigan we made fresh squeezed apple juice that easily turned to cider, or something awful right in the jug. Those plastic gallon milk cartons were perfect for the purpose. If they bloated up, you knew to crack the lid very carefully, and smell it before tasting it.MsDaisy 2 wrote: ↑Sat Jul 06, 2024 8:23 am We have a big farm just a couple miles down the road from us that has the sweetest sweet corn you’ve ever had. I’ve canned lots of stuff in my life but never corn. I read that corn is canned best in a pressure canner and I do pressure can some stuff but I’ve never canned corn at all. I guess I always thought of that summer sweet corn as something that you just had to wait for, deferred gratification and all that but I think I am going to give it a go this year.
My mom grew up a country girl and canned loads of stuff every year but she never to my recollection used a pressure canner. I do remember one year she canned a bunch of applesauce. We had a finished basement with a big cupboard under the stairs where she had her pantry with lots of shelves and put all her canned goods including the apple sauce. I don’t know what she did wrong (I was probably about 11 at the time) but every damn jar of that apple sauce exploded and made one hell of a mess. My dad and I helped her clean it all up but we both had a hell of a hard time not laughing as she cussed a bloody blue streak about it. She never canned applesauce again after that.![]()
ETA: Canning corn. We never grew corn. There's plenty growing all around us. And we never canned it either. Again, plenty of it around. OTOH, corn was The Only Vegetable our boys would eat for the longest time. So, we considered canning it ... ONCE. We helped someone else can a bunch of corn down at their stand by the road next to their farm. The process of cutting the kernals from the fresh cob sent corn spit everywhere. If it were blood, it would look like a massacre happened. It was in our hair. The floor was a mess. Thank God their kitchen was tile and stainless steel. We took a hose and squeegie to place when we were done. Never again. Do it outdoors, or get your kitchen Dexter style before starting.