|Beautiful tomatoes with no cracks or blossom end-rot!|
Before I left for vacation to Charleston, I picked all the tomatoes that had begun to turn ripe, and I had the people that were watching our animals look out for ripe tomatoes. I was afraid all the green ones would turn red while I was gone. I carried the tomatoes I picked to Charleston with me, and we ate some of them and some I cooked every day, adding the ripening ones to the pot. It's certainly not the best way to preserve tomatoes, but I didn't have enough to can in one batch and I had too many to eat.
I came home, canned tomatoes, and did things normally for a week or two until the painters came. For some reason, we thought it would be a great idea to have the entire downstairs of our house painted at one time. When the painters arrived, I was canning tomatoes in the kitchen and finished the job before they got to that area. I picked all the tomatoes that were ripe or nearly ripe, about two bushels of tomatoes, and went to visit my mother in the Upstate of SC. I left some of the greenest tomatoes in her spare bedroom to ripen while I went on to visit my aunt.
|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|