So tired. Canned 14 quarts of tomato, garlic & basil soup. Made a batch of killer ratatouille and some herbed sourdough flat bread. Plus a small batch of roasted salsa verde. My feet hurt from standing in the kitchen for 11 hours and this wine isn’t doing anything but giving me acid tummy on top of all the tomato today. Ty and his girlfriend are in the basement blowing up zombies on the X-box. Lila’s getting ready for bed. Chris and I are heading up early, both of us feeling highly accomplished and worn out. My kitchen is a bit of a disaster even though I cleaned as I worked. Not sure how the sink ended up full of dishes, but I’m hopeful that Chris will knock a few of them down before he leaves the house in the morning.
G’nite all. Hope you had a fruitful Sunday, too.
xo
Red sky in morning…
Glad I’m not a sailor, but I am managing the farmers’ market all day and it would be super if the rain could hold off until the last umbrella is put away and I’m in my house with a hot cuppa, starting on the next peck of tomatoes for salsa. I made a big pot of tomato soup last night, and started pinto beans in the slow cooker, for tonight’s dinner. Enchiladas? Or just beans and greens over corn bread? Hmm. No idea. I still have 3 pecks of tomatoes to process, plus 3 dozen ears of corn for the freezer. I think after this weekend, I need to say enough with the preserving because my schedule is so bloated. Oh, but wait! The paste tomatoes are just coming in. Sigh. Alright, two more weeks of this insanity, then I really need to focus on my writing projects.
