we had to buy a lot of new jars this year, and already the cabinet is filling back up with empties as we go through some of the jarred goodness. I look at the empty jars and count what is left and already start to get twitchy about when we'll run out of these tasty treats. the jam, I know, will last the year. the pickled goodies, not so much. at least not the favorites.
and then I remind myself that it is the year 2015, and that I live less than two miles from the grocery store, and I relax a bit and plow through another jar of pickled okra.