You should see my kitchen floor.

Guys. Seriously. I have got it BAD. You see, after a Cantacular experience at the Can-O-Rama, I can't. stop. Let me just give you a little run down of the stuff I've been making but not yet eating in the last week:

I made more sauerkraut. I brought a big jar of this home to my dad last weekend, and we ate it on red hot dogs. Awesome.

I pickled eight pints of cucumbers with dill from my mom's garden. And it just dawned on me that I forgot to give some to my sister when she was here an hour ago. Oops. Julia, come back for pickles!

I made raspberry jam.

I preserved some plums in honey syrup. Cannot WAIT to eat these on ice cream. And yogurt. And with cake. (Mmm, cake...)

I also roasted five pounds of plum tomatoes, and put most of them in the freezer. I made five pints of salsa, which, knowing Adam, will last about another month. I made some experimental spicy carrot pickles, and I put up four quarts and a pint of crushed tomatoes.

Lest you think I've lost sight of the trees for the forest, allow me to say I have been actually eating some of the summer's gorgeous produce, not just squirrelling it all away for winter. I made the wonderful gin-spiked tomato soup from September's Gourmet, but I forgot to take pictures. Sometimes we have popcorn and crudites while playing cribbage. Most often we just throw some veggies in a bowl with a simple vinaigrette and call it salad. I did, however, turn on the stove for something other than the canner and made something quite similar to this pasta last night, though I used some of those roasted tomatoes. I guess what I really want to say is, please bear with me while I get the madness out of my system. Even if I'm not blogging about it, you can keep up with the food I'm eating/canning through the photos on my Flickr stream if you are so inclined.