If my first jars of crabapple jelly were still alive today, they would be nine years old. Unfortunately for them (and fortunately for me), they died a quick death at the hand of breakfast toast. In honor of their fond memory, the family and I canned 26 jars of crabapple jelly today. The crabapples were from our tree in the backyard. All 26 jars successfully sealed (even the two makeshift Smucker's jars not shown in the photo). Now I just hope it tastes good.