Sorry about the profound silence on this blog. Lots and lots of reasons for that, but all good and worthwhile reasons.
I'll start my tomato stories with a trip to our favorite farm, conveniently located just up the road, Waldoch Farm. I took all 3 kids up to pick tomatoes and that turned out to be an adventure. There were age appropriate shenanigans from all of them. The 7 year old wanted to run off and pick by herself, the 4 year old only wanted to pick one or two and then be done, and last but not least, the 2 year old boy wanted to pick green tomatoes and throw them in his sisters' baskets. We eventually got enough to put up a few meals of soup and some canned tomatoes.
That weekend I went by myself and picked a bushel of globe tomatoes and a half bushel of romas. I made marinara from the romas and put up many quarts of tomatoes and then made sauce. Partway through cooking down the sauce. I poured myself a glass of strained juice and added vodka, worchestersjire sauce, celery salt, pepper and a dash of hot sauce. Best bloody Mary ever.
