Last week, I took my naptime/chill-out time and put it to good use (if you don't consider staring at Facebook and Pinterest and Instagram productive, which I do). The ladies and I had harvested two gallon buckets of our early-bird tomatoes and I wanted to put all those canning jars to good use.
Result? My favorite part of canning was this:
V woke up from her nap and snuck downstairs, only to be put to work. She was enthusiastic to help as usual (ruins the fun of making her do chores when she replies "OH YES!") and her nimble fingers were quite adept at peeling the tomato skins off. She'd hand them to me when the skins were removed and I'd squish the seeds out. It was quiet and delightful.
Blanching the tomatoes, peeling, and seeding them was tedious, but mind-numbing in a nice way but I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS THE KIDS MIGHT WAKE UP ANY SECOND!
"Hey, Kate, don't you have a food mill that would do all that work for you and do it a lot faster, just by turning on your awesome Kitchenaid?"
…
Next time, I think I'll use my food mill attachment (thanks, mom-in-law!) to process the tomatoes. Thanks, you.
And I'll have 72 more gallon buckets of tomatoes. Because you know how many jars of sauce I got?
1.
One jar of sauce.
Well, one and a half.
1.5.
Lame.
The weird thing is?
WHAT CAN I CAN NOW?
That "tink" of the vacuum seal sealing? LOVED IT. Addicted.
Somebody send me some fruit or cucumbers or something, because I want to get my can on.
Good times.
One year ago: LLLL, where I prove women are awesome by simultaneously writing a blog post and preparing to deliver a child.
Riot and Frolic 
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