The Politicalness of Pickle Jars
I having been carefully writing a post to go with the 30+ pictures I took of how I make pickles. With that many pics, it is taking me a little while, but some one said something to me the other day that completely derailed my train of thought.
It must be nice to have a rich husband so you don’t have to work and can stay home with the kids and make pickles and bake bread and play with your bicycle
I was completely shocked into silence.
It is interesting how most of those things the person seemed to envy are signs of our poverty. I don’t work very much because my income isn’t able to cover our child care costs. Making pickles, having a garden and baking are all things I do to try to keep our food budget under control. Mostly I enjoy them, but at this stage in our lives, that isn’t the point.
I could talk about how we are now eligible for subsidies because our household income is in the range that the government (however it calculates it) considers the poverty line. I could talk about my wardrobe of two pairs of jeans, some t-shirts and four work uniforms and not much else or how all of Little Girl’s clothes are second hand. But to me a really good sign of our budget is our pickle jars.
I am too cheap/frugal/budget conscious/environmentally responsible to buy jars at $12 a case. I make pickles in washed and reused pasta sauce jars that I save up all year. And it takes all year, because I also preserve the tomatoes from my garden so I don’t have to buy jarred sauce.
Yes, it would be nice to be in a financial position to stay home and not have to worry about money. But that isn’t my reality.