I’m a guy. Not always a stereotypical male (I was a jazz-dancing, figure-skating, sequence-wearing kid after all) but I do sometimes fall into the trappings of all things male. When I started focusing on preserving as a way to augment our pantry I fell into a mindset that’s an absolute cliché for the male species (being fair, this also applies to many females I know as well but I need to tell a story so I’m sticking to it):
More is better.
I was practically a neanderthal. I didn’t know what I was going to do with 24 jars of strawberry jam but I wanted to have them.
I like to think that I’ve somewhat mellowed: