When I told my youngest son that I was going to buy tomatoes to can at the Farmer's Market, he said that his tomato plants were producing more fruit than he knew what to do with, and offered to can some for me. And because I am not a completely stupid woman, I readily agreed.
Today David showed up at my door with 20 quart jars of canned tomatoes and four quart jars of homemade pasta sauce. I am impressed. They really look good. I couldn't wait to try the pasta sauce, so I had spaghetti for supper. I called him later and told him that the sauce tasted just like good homemade pasta sauce should taste. It really was a treat for me. I would have taken a picture, but the spaghetti just didn't last long enough. Because the sauce was canned in quart jars, there is enough left for a good kettle of goulash for supper tomorrow night.
And there was a bonus. It seems that Boston was in the garden picking cherry tomatoes, and sent two ice cream pails full for me. Thank you, Boston. I cut most of them in half and filled four dehydrator trays. The rest, a good-sized bowl full, are all mine, for snacking. They taste so good. I sent some quarts of peaches that I had canned a few weeks ago, home with David. I had promised Boston that I would trade peaches for tomatoes. I think that I got the better of that trade!
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