This afternoon I was canning. Nothing out of the ordinary was going on. A rote, repetitive “chop, chop, peel, peel, stuff, stuff, garlic…salt and lid” process was taking place at my kitchen island. Over and over, nine half-pints full.
I was on auto-pilot.
But as I started the hot water bath, the natural science of heat transfer, water evaporation, and magic woke my numb mind up. I had forgotten about the Misty Canning Faery Sprites. But there they were; steam flickers dancing across every gleaming tin lid of every clattering jar.
They didn’t stay for long. Quickly appearing in a different form every time, they would flirt with me then disappear as fast as they came. I had forgotten about them and was dull, but the faeries reminded me of the kitchen magic waiting to be rediscovered every time I cook.
So now I’m sharing them with you…tiny moments of the faery dance I saw on top of the lids of my canned peppers this afternoon. I hope you enjoy it as much as I.
My “awakening” was unexpected, and crinkled the corners of my eyes…curled up my mouth and lifted my spirits.
Take care friends, Kelly