Domesticated! >:(

Awhile ago, during dinner, Kurtis and I were looking at our peach tree in the backyard.  He turns to me, and says, "You should can some peaches this year.  Then the kids can have them to eat in the winter."  What!?  A little piece of me died inside.  I have never had any desire whatsoever to can peaches!  Never.  Ever.  I hate canned peaches.  I don't like baked fruit.  Or fruit that is mushy.  It must be fresh, and crisp.  Like God intended.  But I knew I would do it.  I knew I would do it because he asked me to.  In his defense, he promised to help me.  I thought it was a strange request, though.  He hates peaches.  When we bought our house, and found out the tree in the backyard was a peach tree, he wanted to cut it down.  The only reason we didn't was because his mother said, "Don't you dare!  I love peaches, and I want some!"  I borrowed my mother's canning pot.  She gave me some jars.  I bought the tongs and funnel.  Today, we picked a butt load of peaches, cut them up, and bought a butt load of strawberries, mushed them up, and made strawberry peach jam, and also canned a bunch of peaches.  I also made some regular strawberry jam, too.  I bought way more strawberries than I needed.  I've never made jam before either.  I liked making jam more than I liked canning peaches, but doing it with Kurtis was fun.  I would not have liked doing it by myself at all.  Please, just kill me first.

I'm gettin' all artistic with my fruit!

Strawberry Peach Jam made by me!

He's so hot when he peels peaches.

The fruits of our labors.