Lately I’ve been wondering just how many canning jars I have
stashed away in my house. This afternoon, with notebook and pen, I went looking
and counted all of them. Pints, half pints, quarts, little four ounce jam jars,
tall twelve ounce jars, and old, blue jars. I counted jars filled, empty, and
hidden in the back of the fridge. (Some of those need to be emptied; the
contents are questionable. Yuck.) A few of the oldest jars with their zinc and
glass lids are displayed in my kitchen, too precious to put through a water
bath or pressure canner. 
After a while I lost track of which jars I’d already
counted, and I’m sure some were missed in the shuffle of glass, but it’s safe
to say I’ve got over 300 canning jars of assorted sizes. At least three dozen
of them are vintage, ranging from 40 or 50 years to possibly 80 years old. In
the past couple weeks I’ve given away another two dozen vintage jars, because
really, how many old jars could I ever use? I’m curious to see how many of
them I get filled this summer and fall.
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