Last week, I decided that I needed to learn how to can before everybody I know crosses over & there’s nobody left to teach me.  I mistakenly thought this would be fairly simple.  I ask a coworker, who is known for her huge garden & her season-long canning of green beans. She promptly informs me that she can’t can tomatoes, that her husband always does it, she’ll send him to talk to me next time he’s through.  Inwardly, I’m dreading this, I don’t talk to him a lot, because outwardly he projects a kind of gruff demeanor, even though I know he’s really not.  I’m not sure how he’s going to be on giving me direction for something so precise.   The very next day he’s in, & I bring it up.  “Oh, it’s easyyyy….it’ll take you twenty minutes, tops.”  This sounds promising.  “Okay, is this something I need to come watch you do, or is it something you can tell me how to do right here, right now?” I asked.  “I can tell you right now.  It’s simple.”  “Alrighty-roo.  Hit me.  Wait, do I need to make notes?” “You got a good memory?” “Nope.  Hang…