Put Up and Shut Up
After making the tomato sauce over the weekend, I knew it was high time to deal with the rest of the tomatoes sitting around, so last night I skinned and canned 5 1/2 pints of crushed tomatoes.
Whew! Finally, the big platter of tomatoes was empty! And aside from the small tomatoes that will go into a batch of salsa later this week, I could take a breather until this weekend's farmers' market.
Or so I thought.
The stormy weather we've had here lately has pounded on local gardens, so this morning I headed into work only to be the stunned recipient of a lot more tomatoes, courtesy of the Archivist.
She brought Black Krims, Sun Golds, Romas, more pear tomatoes -- a bag full of ripe and almost overripe tomatoes, begging to be used.
Oh, my. As if I didn't have enough to cook this week, and with the weather heating up again, suddenly I had more work to do.
I know, I know. My Dear Readers will take this opportunity to point out that not so long ago, I declared "you can never have too many tomatoes." Go ahead, say it. No, really, go ahead. Heaven knows I heard them ringing in my ears as I gingerly accepted the bag.
As is so often the case, my words came back to bite me. And I knew that here was a classic case of "put up or shut up."
So I did. Both.
Having both dinner with my Wonderful Parents and my dance class on the schedule this evening, I knew there wasn't much I could do with the tomatoes tonight, but I could at least blanch and skin the Sun Golds and put up a jar of their crushed pulp in the refrigerator. (I'm thinking of making a curry sauce with them; we'll see.) I gave the Black Krim to My Dear Papa for eating straight up, and I set the smaller tomatoes aside for later use.
At least for now, the others will hold until I can do something more productive with them.
I suppose every now and then I need a lesson in being careful about what I say, lest I end up having to eat my words.
But at least in this case, my words will be tasty!