Today is all about staying ahead of the curve. Is that the right phrase? That sounds like baseball. Okay, today is all about dashing madly ahead of the giant pursuing wave about to come crashing down on my head. I've ordered a last bushel of tomatoes, may the saints preserve me. Or may they preserve those tomatoes on my behalf. Actually, this could be fun. I'm trying something new, and will attempt to can these tomatoes with a neighbour friend tonight. In fact, it was her idea, and we'll be using her kitchen. I believe we're planning to turn these romas into a pleasant marinara. It will be a scramble getting over there by 8pm, which is my goal. The big kids start their music class at the Beckett tonight, at 6pm, so I'm in the midst of cooking a tomato sauce (yes, more tomatoes) for supper tonight--I'm planning a tortilla lasagne, using leftover black beans, rice, hamburger, this sauce, and piles of cheese. And tortillas as the "noodles." Generally speaking, this meal is a huge hit. And I can slap it together and toss it in the oven as soon as we walk in the door from school, and it will be ready to eat by 5, which is my goal.
Okay, baby CJ has just spent a good half an hour in his gigantic bouncer thing and is starting to sound a little, er, resentful. But the morning's dishes are done, and this sauce is nearly done, and I've gotten to blog, in addition to staring blankly about at various things that need doing. This floor is ... well, it's almost beyond what my (admittedly low) standards can tolerate. And yet, here I am, not scrubbing it. Watch me as I continue to not scrub it for days--weeks?--to come.
Labels: canning, tomatoes