Ah Ah Ah Ah, Stayin' Alive (While Canning)

It's Tasty Tuesday time! Visit the always fabulous Jen at Balancing Beauty and Bedlam to see what's cooking there! You won't be disappointed...there are always plenty of great recipes to choose from.

I have a pretty great mother-in-law, judging from current standards. Mom T never tells me what to do, she doesn't complain or nag, and she's always willing to lend an ear and offer (good!) advice when asked. She also never seems to mind teaching me how to do things.

Like canning. The results of my lesson last week were mixed in that the product turned out great, but I almost killed myself and was insulted by the mail lady. More about that later. Trust me, you'll want to read this. If you're having a bad day, I promise I don't mind you laughing at my misery.

We started with my harvest of Roma tomatoes from my little garden, which is made up of three Roma tomato plants, one beefeater tomato plant, and three thyme plants. The tomatoes are plentiful, and I haven't done anything to deserve it. I felt quite guilty about the bountiful harvest.
First we boiled the tomatoes in a large pot for several minutes.

After placing the tomatoes in a bowl and pouring cold water over them, we inserted a knife near the top of each tomato and made a little circle cut around the stem. The stems and cores ripped right out, and the skins fell right off!

This is what the bowl looked like after the tomatoes had been cored and skinned:

Into the blender on puree!

Then we sifted the sauce to remove all those pesky golden seeds.

Back into the pot to simmer for 15 to 20 minutes or so.

We added a packet of seasoning put together by a friend. You could easily add your own oregano, basil, rosemary, thyme, sage, and marjoram.

It was about this time that I ran outside to check the mail. The mail lady was just leaving and turned to wave.

"When's the baby due?" she called.

I glanced down. I was wearing my grandmother's "halfsy" apron tied up under my arm pits since I let Mom T borrow the apron that covers the entire torso.

"I'm not pregnant. I'm just fat. And it's this apron." I replied flatly.

The poor mail lady just stuttered and stammered, and I almost felt bad for her, but then I remembered that she had just called me fat, so I just went back inside instead.

To add injury to insult (yes, I meant it backwards), I was leaning over the stove to stir the pot, not realizing that the front eye was on.

Mom T smelled the burning before I felt it.

My apron was in flames.

My first thought?

"My camera!" (I had it in the case over my shoulder)

Natalie stood there with her mouth hanging open, while Mom T yelled to see if I was okay, while I beat the flames out with my bare hands.

What happened to stop, drop, and roll?

I guess I didn't want to break my camera.

This is what my grandmother's poor, handmade, vintage apron looks like now. There was a piece stuck to the ceiling too. I have some small burns on my hands, but nothing tragic. I truly am lucky that my shirt didn't catch fire...because the apron was tied up under my arm pits, my face would have been toast. I've had some kitchen accidents before (blew up a biscuit in my mom's microwave when I was in 4th grade, set fire to her recipe box in high school...), but I've never set fire to myself before.

Even worse, I got a lecture on fire safety from a three year old.

"You need to be careful, Mommy." Natalie informed me in her most serious voice. "We don't play with fire."

I'll remember that.

Then, "Who is going to clean up this floor?" (pointing at the burned up, charred pieces of my favorite apron on the floor)

Gritting my teeth. I'll get right on that.

Moving on....

We boiled the lids of our Ball jars.

You're also supposed to run your finger over the rim of each jar to be sure there are no bumps or cracks, otherwise they won't seal.

After we poured the sauce in, Mom T wiped the rim again to clean it up.

Close those lids tightly!

Sit the cans in some water inside the steamer.

Lock 'em up! They sat in the pressure cooker for 25 minutes or so. I believe they were under 5 pounds of pressure.

Voila! Finished product. They are kind of watery because nothing has been added to them yet.

When I'm ready to use them, I'll add tomato paste to thicken them up, meat, vegetables, and my own spices.

Did you enjoy this little lesson in canning? It's not hard at all, but it is time consuming. It goes by much more quickly with two people!

I hope you found some humor in my catastrophe.

You can stop laughing now!

{Bon Appetit!}