While I labored for nearly 50 hours, my mother-in-law Karen cooked and canned a giant batch of marinara with the last of August's harvest.
Karen's kitchen shelves are lined with jars of this bounty, reserved whole in their juice, as sauce or salsa.
Karen is always thinking of ways to make the entire lot of us feel special and known-as she did for Isla before she was even born.
Two weeks postpartum, our first visitors were Karen and Wayne, along with them 12 jars of marinara clinking together in a giant cardboard box.
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