We love tomatoes at this house. No, seriously. I don’t think that you quite get me when I say we love tomatoes. Take a lookie loo.
The Great Tomato Garden of 2008
There at least 27 plants that I can remember, of 3 different varieties. We had Roma, Cherry and Beefstake. Yum. And they were all started from seeds I might add, for those who know that I have a brown thumb. Unfortunately, we ended up moving from that house about two months or so after this picture was taken. Issues. Another post maybe.
We ended up with about 50% of the harvest, not being able to get back to get the rest. I’m sure the owner had to give some away! I planted so many because I wanted to take a crack at canning homemade salsa and tomato sauce. LOVED how they turned out, HATED dealing with the darn tomatoes! Blanching, peeling, coring 47 pounds OMG. June Cleaver had to be a drinker. Now, we don’t have a garden. And I’m okay with that because if I ever get the urge to do that again, assume I am a podperson and shoot me in the head.
But I really do love a certain taste and texture to my tomato sauce. Well, necessity being the mother of invention and all, I have come up with a new way to make ‘homemade’ sauce. Still involves canning, which I don’t mind a bit, but the prep is nominal. By the by, no laughing.