It's too bad we didn't get our first experience with the "click" of the Eastern Eyed Click Beetle on video!
|Beautiful tomatoes with no cracks or blossom end-rot!|
|Canning tomatoes at my aunt's house|
|Shucked corn ready to be washed|
|Corn cut off the cob, ready to cook|
|This was our view while we worked.|
|Canning tomatoes at my mother's house|
|My mother's pressure cooker. I remember standing in front of it as a child, carefully watching the pressure gauge, certain it would explode|
My mother helped me finish canning 14 quarts of tomatoes. I left them there to rest and came home to the disaster that was my house: covered with plastic and dust. Every table in the house, except the toddler table upstairs, was covered with plastic, and so the upstairs guest room became our dining room, bedroom, and dog bedroom. My dogs did not like the interruptions.
The painters are gone, the house looks somewhat normal, and my stove is covered with more pots of tomatoes as I continue canning. I'll have to traverse the state to pick up my tomatoes, visiting family along the way. This experience provides a new definition for "local food."
|Here's a salad my girls made from tomatoes stuffed with goat cheese and blackberries, with a little thyme and creeping Jenny (which we didn't eat) for a garnish. My oldest daughter was excited that I let her use a sharp knife for the first time to halve the tomatoes.|
|Finished tomatoes ready for winter|
|My poor apple trees! There should be leaves all the way down the branches.|
|One of my helpers. Digging potatoes is a treasure hunt!|
|My other helper. These girls know where potatoes come from!|