So on Saturday, I went with my sister and my friend Elizabeth to the Minneapolis Farmer’s Market.
I love that place.
Anyway, aside from getting Mexican Hot Chocolate (of course!) I also got a few tomatoes.
Um… so maybe more than a few. This was 20+ pounds.
I’d been wanting to try my hand at canning, and I thought this would be a place to start.
Sunday night we did a cold-pack canning with quartered tomatoes. We didn’t start until 8 pm and they didn’t finish processing until after midnight. It’s not a particularly difficult process, but it does take some time.
Then on Monday I made crushed tomatoes, cooked a little. They take a lot less time to process if you cook them, but I’m not sure what the difference in the final product might be, so I wanted to try them both.
I even made some tomato paste. I tried cooking it down in the crock pot, but…
I broke it.
By dropping it on my ankle.
Seriously, look at this thing:
This was after the electrical problem that my husband had to come home to fix, and before dropping the cutting board full of garlic bread on my (same) foot and burning the pizza in the oven.
Monday wasn’t my day.
So with all those tomatoes, I got 6 pint-size jars of cold-pack tomatoes, 6 jars of crushed tomatoes, and 3 4-oz. jars of tomato paste.
I’m kind of becoming a canning addict all of a sudden.
This afternoon, my friend Elizabeth came over and we made Cherry-Chocolate jam. It’s from this book, which I think I now need. Oh my word, it’s good. Like I’m about to open up all the jars we just processed and eat them all right now kind of good.
So now I spend my time daydreaming about what I can can next.
can you do the
I want to try some more jams, and maybe some canned peaches, but they’re in season NOW so I have to get on that quick if I’m going to. And it looks like we’ll have a number of cucumbers, so hopefully pickles are in my future.
The problem is, Little Man is NOT a fan of my canning. He gets all cranky and clingy when I have to stand at the stove for any length of time. This week he’s decided that I really am only allowed to sit on the couch. Even if he’s busy playing with other things, if I get up to do anything he gets all whiny at me.
So we’ll see how grand my canning reality will be. In any case, if you’ve never tried it, you should. It’s not so hard and scary as it seems.
My ankle still hurts.