I knew this day would come. Last February when the cold wind was blowing snow and I sat all cozy warm drinking hot herbal infusions watching my hens march down a path made by Bob the Tractor driven by my Warrior FarmBoy husband.
I knew I would be glad I got myself up, pulled on insulated coveralls and boots, pulled a hat down over my ears, wrapped a scarf around my head covering my face, yanked on my gloves and trudged through the snow to Sprout, my tiny seed starting greenhouse.
I hooked up my heat source, took off my gloves, rubbed my hands together while blowing warm breath on them and commenced to prepare my flats to receive their precious golden seeds. TOMATOES!! Peppers! I was thinking and shivering, boy, these are going to be so beautiful this summer. When I'm right, I'm right.
I have processed HUNDREDS of pounds of tomatoes this summer..,...whew what a job. Today I was making salsa and during a lull between batches when I just HAD TO TAKE A BREAK I checked my email.
One of the blogs I follow (Erika at Northwest Edible Life==she's awesome) had this SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS idea for processing BIG BATCHES of tomatoes. It's assembly-line efficient, common sense logical and border-line genius. (And, some of the comments have great ideas, too._
You know I want you to eat REAL FOOD so any tip to make it easier for you to do that is copacetic. So click on those tiny words below and be transported to TOMATO BLISS.
One of the blogs I follow (Erika at Northwest Edible Life==she's awesome) had this SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS idea for processing BIG BATCHES of tomatoes. It's assembly-line efficient, common sense logical and border-line genius. (And, some of the comments have great ideas, too._
You know I want you to eat REAL FOOD so any tip to make it easier for you to do that is copacetic. So click on those tiny words below and be transported to TOMATO BLISS.