"First, put the food you want to preserve into glass jars. Second, seal the openings of the containers very carefully. That is the key to success."
After arriving at Appert's cannery, the plump middle-aged man personally demonstrated the canning process to Georgiana.
"Then place the sealed food into boiling water in a double boiler. Take it out a few hours later, and that's all."
Georgiana looked at the canned goods before her: various beans, green peas, and boiled beef. They had tasted them earlier, and aside from being a little bland, they were quite delicious.
But his factory had only forty women, and his canned goods were being sold in Paris as luxury items under the name of Lord Napoleon.
"I need to expand production."
"The committee asked me to write a book and publish the full details of the process. I'm working on the outline..."
"I'll find people immediately. Once you've trained them properly, they'll go elsewhere to build factories." Georgiana viciously cut off his long-winded speech. "Write that down, Sophie."
"Yes, Miss." Sophie recorded her words like a secretary.
"Beef and beans—I know people who deal in those things," Carolan said.
"He doesn't have enough workers here." Georgiana looked at the tiny workshop before her. It was far too distant from the "factory" she had envisioned.
In an era of food shortages, a food factory would attract many applicants. Besides the factory buildings, there would have to be dormitories.
In short, she needed to find a plot of land near a village. Otherwise, she would have to pack up everything in the cannery and choose another location.
If female workers could make canned food, then once canneries opened in Paris, these country women would definitely go to Paris to find work.
Factory work was exhausting. Wouldn't it be