Can It This Sunday

Photo by Ian O'Leary/Getty Images

Photo by Ian O’Leary/Getty Images

I was always the last to get picked at school (explains so much, doesn’t it?) but does anybody WANT TO BE MY CANNING BUDDY?

Wycoff Farmhouse Garden Workshop: Canning & Food Preservation
September 17, 2006

Discover the lost art of canning fruits and vegetables from all-star canner Classie Parker of Just Food! Part of the Museum’s annual APPLE FESTIVAL, which will also include cider-pressing, live music, and a variety of activities for kids. In collaboration with Just Food City Farms.

Wyckoff Farmhouse Museum
5816 Clarendon Road, Brooklyn NY 11203
2 p.m.


  1. Jasmine said,

    September 15, 2006 at 11:42 am

    I sure wish I lived closer.

  2. Laurie said,

    September 15, 2006 at 2:47 pm

    I would, if it wasn’t for the ten hour drive. I’d love to have a canning buddy. Now I understand why my sulking presence was required on canning and freezing days growing up! Sometimes you need four hands.

  3. everyday trash said,

    September 15, 2006 at 2:54 pm

    what a funky little organization, the board of directors includes a “volunteer grnealogist”. nice blog and thanks for the tip.

  4. Amy said,

    September 15, 2006 at 3:25 pm

    My mom, sister and I canned our butts off this summer with nearly 60 pints total of tomatoes, ketchup, relish and pickles. You should come see us for apple season - homemade locally grown apple-butter, spiced peaches and some grape jelly (grapes from our own vine) ! mmmm!

  5. Summer said,

    September 15, 2006 at 10:03 pm

    I’m good at tasting! Let me know whenever you need me…

  6. spunky said,

    September 16, 2006 at 9:19 am

    Damn, why does that have to be the same day as the Atlantic Antic, the mother of all street fairs? Creativity/Food? Commerce/Food? I’d be all over the canning, but church lady mac n’ cheese is calling…

  7. The Worsted Witch » Show & Tell said,

    September 17, 2006 at 11:42 am

    [...] Instead of moping around for want of a husband—he’s been away for three weeks and counting—I went to the farmers’ market in Union Square to partake of some of fall’s bounty. From left: organic banana bread, homemade apple butter (I blame Amy), and organic spelt flour. Not shown: six luscious yellow peaches for my lonesome belly. [...]

  8. The Worsted Witch » Kitty Takeout said,

    September 17, 2006 at 4:10 pm

    [...] I ended up not going to the apple festival—it turns out the farm is three-quarters of the way to Coney Island and I’d have to transfer to a bus on top of a very long train ride. On top of having a limited supply of spoons, I have a tendency to get lost because I’m directionally challenged, which is why I married an Eagle Scout. I hope we’ll be able to hit up at least one apple festival when he gets back. Do you know how long this city girl has nursed the fantasy of picking apples, rolling out the dough for a pie, and then watching as little woodland birds descend upon the crust, hopping along the circumference to make little V-shape indentations? Don’t tell me this actually won’t happen because I will be forced to hurt you for quashing my dream. [...]

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