Tomato, ho

Attack of the killer tomatoes

Now that’s some junk in the trunk.

Feeling insane industrious this morning, I bought 75 pounds of tomatoes from our cute-as-pie CSA farmers. And so begins a two-day weekend of canning suckage.

So worth it, though, for a year’s supply of salsa, spaghetti sauce, and stewed goodness. Opening a jar of tomatoes in the dead of winter results in a most enjoyable sensory overload — the smell of summer permeates the kitchen, and the flavor is much more intense than a can of Del Monte. Once you’ve experienced it, there’s no going back to store-bought.

More on the process later this week. Assuming I survive.


  • July 20, 2013


    “Canning Suckage.” That term is so apt when you’ve got 75 lbs of tomatoes to put up!
    It’s actually all my fault for spilling part of your original order and putting 25 more lbs on you!
    I won’t hold it against you if I find tomatoes thrown at our farm sign at the end of the weekend….

  • July 22, 2013


    Are you kidding? That extra box was a treat, and I’m totally paying you for it next week, sistercakes!

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