You know, Sethie, some of those pictures look kinda dirty, if you know what I mean. Or maybe it's just me
Yeah, my kitchen is a mess. But it's hard not to be when you have a tiny kitchen and 200 pounds of tomatoes. But everything was kept sterile, so it's all good.
No,you got me wrong. I meant that those closeup pictures of tomatoes remind me of various organs. But I guess that's just my perverted mind. I do love tomato sauce, though
ohhhhh... yeah. I've always said that tomatoes are the most disgusting vegetable ever. I should've gotten pictures of the icky ones, like the ones that grow wrong and have like, four lobes, and the ones that crack and have brown stuff in them, and the ones that have black spots where they're dried out.
Tomatoes are very very fucking disgusting to can.
Srs, sethie, where did you learn how to can? You're a one-man-sauce-factory! Can it like it's haaaawt, can it like it's haaaawt.
I learned from my grandma, who learned from her mom who learned from her mom and so on and so forth. Somehow, canning seems to have skipped my parents generation because of the convience of store bought preserved food. It makes me sad. But, on the other hand, it only makes me more adamant to never (read:hardly ever) buy canned groceries. If I'm using something that came out of a can, chances are I canned it myself unless it's something rare and wonderful that doesn't grow around here like citrus fruit or cherries or something.
That tomato sauce does look amazing, bud.
*takes another bow*
I should take pictures of the inside of my root cellar, which is actually my bedroom closet. There are so many vegetables and fruits and jams and jellies, it looks like the specimen cabinet of a mad scientist's lab.
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