Okay, to prove to the few doubters of you that yes indeed I am human and have actual limits in this food preservation thing: I hit a huge wall on Wednesday night. BANG.
I was making another batch of corn/black bean salsa and took time out to play with the family and geese/turkeys and then put the kid to bed and as I was reading her the 4th story, wow, all I wanted to do was stay right there in the bed with her and not get up again. Ah. Couldn’t do it though: had the salsa to make, then can.
So I mentioned it to Tom. Then I took a tour early Thursday a.m. of the gardens and came back in and asked him: can you help me kill my tomato plants? Because, as the good earth mother that I am, I am unable to uproot these green children of mine and I need help.
Last night, in the rain, we uprooted the remaining 25 or so paste tomato plants outdoors, harvested the ripe ones, put the greenies in the greenhouse to redden, and composted the remainder. Relief!!!
Now, I have a whole weekend to freak out about what to do with two full bushels of tomatoes.