10 quarts of sauce, 6 quarts of chopped tomatoes. Another flat of tomatoes to process.
This is the time I ask myself why. Why do I bother to put up/can/freeze/dehydrate? It's not like our winter survival depends on it. (Hello. . . grocery stores!)
But then I walk downstairs into our basement pantry and see all those jars.
They make me smile.
They are summer, stored in glass.
I can't imagine not standing for hours chopping tomatoes until my fingers ache.
And there's something else too.
Canning in my suburban/modern/computerized world makes me feel a little subversive. As if I am just a little bit of a rebel. All those jars mean I'm sticking it to the (agribusiness) man.
Counter/culture. (Get it? Counter as in kitchen counter?)
Okay, I'll just slink away quietly now. Sorry!