AS WITH ALL BOOKS, THIS VOLUME YOU’RE HOLDING has been touched and influenced by many hands. My thanks go first to my friend Joy Manning, who connected me to the right people at the very right moment. To my agent, the very no-nonsense Clare Pelino. She has served as guide and coach through this process and I am greatly appreciative for her advice and participation. Thanks also go to my editor, Kristen Green Wiewora, for giving me the opportunity to write the book I’d always imagined and for being such a peach to work with. Steve Legato, thanks for taking such swoon-worthy photos. Amanda Richmond, thanks for making it all look so good on the page.
Of course, my very best readers were my parents, Morris and Leana McClellan. They took my panicked phone calls, talked me through sticky situations, and read every single word of the draft (sometimes twice). I am a lucky girl to have been born to two such good, smart, loving people.
My sister, Raina Rose, has been the world’s best jam and granola taster. There’s no one in the world who I enjoy feeding more than her. Thanks for letting me heap preserves upon you every time you came to town.
This book wouldn’t have happened without the support of my husband, Scott McNulty. His belief in my ability to make my dreams come true is unshakeable. Thanks for letting me fill our apartment with jars, Scotty!
Finally, my thanks go out to the community of canners and bloggers who read, comment, and cook up my creations in their own kitchens. You are the reason I return to the canning pot, season after season.