This morning, Rhiannon called me to ask if she should bring home some vegetables. One of her coworkers has a garden with zucchini, squash, and tomatoes. This is the same garden that produced last month’s zucchini baking binge, so I said bring as much home as possible. We are considering attempting to grow a small garden of our own next year, but at the rate we’re going, I don’t know we need to.
Case in point – we came back from Labor Day with three gallons of tomatoes. (Yes, I know Labor Day was about a month ago, but it’s my website, and I’ll write about stuff when I feel like it.)
So, we made salsa: onions, green peppers, celery, and, of course, tomatoes.
Yeah, we even needed a bigger pot, because our cupboards are full enough already.
I do have a few notes for myself if we do this again. Get a bigger food processor and don’t start cooking salsa less than three hours before wanting to go to sleep. Rhiannon and I found ourselves standing over the pot saying things like “This better be thick enough, because I’m done waiting up for it”. Watching a large pot slowly bubble and steam is not all it's cracked up to be.
In the end, it turned out fine. Rhiannon thinks it's a touch on the spicy side; I could use a little more kick. It worked out, because as long as no one in the house is completely satisfied, no one can really complain about it.