Food preservation madness

This is picture of my dear grandmothers basement. She is 92 now, and can not leave fallen apple on a ground, it all has to be preserved, saved, because later it will be handy. You can bet on it. I have taken the above picture last year. Some of the jars are dated early fifties. Not kidding. The need to save food for later certainly runs in my vains, although I hope to eat all of this by next spring. All my jars are from this year. We did have a great harvest.

Dear grandma, let`s talk kitchen.

The place where we spent our summers at, the place I saw preserves and the process of making them for the first time. Some of most amazing meals I have ever ate. The space untouched and unchanged for over sixty years. The most amazing kitchen I have ever seen.