Bock, Bock?*

I once read a fantastic post about how there is a "lady in the ward for that."  Seriously, you should read it.

It reminds me of the phrase, "There's an app for that" and that just makes me smile.

The ward we are in now is no exception to that rule.  Someone who can sew, scrapbook, bake delicious bread and in this case can.

I bought a 40 lb. box of chicken last week and since I really wanted to have great tasting cooked chicken whenever I need it, I asked my good friend Jill if she would walk me through canning it.

She was so wonderful to show me and Bri (our other friend) the ropes and then even finished my batch when I had to take off to a work meeting that came up suddenly.  I seriously love friends like that!

Canned chicken is not the most beautiful thing in the world (unless you are the one pulling it off the shelf to add to a quick and easy (and delicious!) dinner), so I took a picture of my cans in the box.

I already used a can to make a very yummy chicken soup and it even got Ronnie's seal of approval (a not-so-small miracle, if I do say so myself).

It is almost ridiculous how excited about this, but it's the little things, you know?

*Both of my kids have called chicken this from a very young age.  In our house we eat "bock, bock" and we love it.
**On another note, how do you spell the sound a chicken makes?