I love mason jars. I love the look, the feel of them, and the harkening back to a time period when everything seemed simpler and more wholesome. Of course, those times weren’t simple or wholesome at all. Those times had The Black Plague, doing your laundry on a washboard and gathering round the kitchen table to peel rotten potatoes for the nights entertainment. But when you put the great big, gauzy, cheesecloth that is time between now and the olden days, they seem quite lovely.
Of course, if you’ve only read about something, and not lived through it chances are it will seem nice. Writers have a way of romanticizing things. Making them appear more pleasant than they actually were. Observe …
This weekend was the last weekend for outdoor antique markets in our area, so the fella and I jumped (hobbled) into the Batmobile (regular car actually) and sped off (drove at a safe speed) into the country (right on a highway actually) for a leisurely day of antiquing (we ran at break-neck speed through the place, so we could back home to clean the gutters. Which never got done.).
The main reason I wanted to go was to see if I could pick up a few more blue glass mason jars from a favourite vendor of mine. He is a favourite because he’s pleasant, and he sells all of his blue glass Crown mason jars for $4 each regardless of size. As luck would have it he had a few left so I bought most of what he had.
As luck wouldn’t have it, because it was the last day of the flea market for the season, some vendor gave the fella a model Cadillac with broken seats and an inch of dust on it. Even worse luck, the vendor suggested to the fella it would look great on a fireplace mantel.
Once we got home, all thoughts of the gutters were put on hold as the fella went for a run and I got to work on the mason jars. The only drawback to these jars is you have to be so careful opening them because their lids come in two parts. A glass cap followed by a zinc screw on lid. If you’re in a rush or aren’t careful it’s easy to send the glass portion flying to its death. Especially if you’re a boy. Boys seem to have a much harder time with this sort of thing. I think it has to do with them being boys.
So! In order to make vintage mason jars a little more convenient for modern day living, I’ve taken to this method.
Gather your jars.
Grab some 100% silicone.
Dab some silicone along the inside of the zinc ring.
Set your glass cap onto the jar.
Screw your ring on.
While you’re screwing the lid on, make sure to keep the glass top centred if it has any writing or emblem on it. Failing to do so will make you a laughingstock in the vintage, blue glass, mason jar community.
Allow the jar to rest and then it’s ready to unscrew. Keep the lid off the jar for 2-3 days. This will give the silicone enough time to completely, and absolutely cure so there’s no chance of the silicone fumes permeating your food.
Now when you unscrew the lids, the glass caps will be stuck to the lids and won’t go shooting across the kitchen counter like a hockey puck, smashing on the kitchen floor.
Sometime in the near future I’ll show you what I plan to do with these jars. I don’t want to ruin the surprise, but envision pictures of roasted chestnuts, warm cider, and golden, sweet honey gathered from nearby wildflower fields. Were you able to read that? Or was it too difficult to see through the cheesecloth?