I finally tackled my tomatoes.
After a disastrous gardening/monsoon season, my tomato plant yielded a measly 5 tomatoes, exactly enough for one sitting of BLT sandwiches. One glorious day a good friend asked if I would like some because her sister had more than she could possibly harvest and were quickly rotting in her garage. The next day she arrived carrying 4 massive baskets filled to the brim. I proceeded to place them in every window in our two story cape cod and this past weekend saw the last one leave its perch to be processed. In total, I managed to can 8 jars of crushed tomatoes, 5 diced, a few bottles of sauce and a batch of hotter than Hades salsa. All this and I still had a tote left.
For the last few months we have been experimenting with my oldest son's diet. He eats very little, but what he does eat we have to ensure is free of preservatives, artificial flavours and colourings. One of the worst culprits is ketchup.
Yup, this little condiment hides many things that otherwise he would not allow to touch his plate, let alone eat. If you actually looked at the ingredients you would find many of these additives all rolled into one little fridge door squeeze bottle. ...