I bought about 50 beautiful tomatoes in ‘the country’ last weekend ($8 total, including the basket! The farm stand is unattended and one pays by leaving money in a milk pail. But as I was counting my crumpled dollar bills I could feel the farmer’s eyes on me from a distance. I decided to leave 10 – after all the basket was included - and sure enough as we were driving away I saw the farmer walking toward the stand, probably about to go count the money. Or am I just a paranoid New Yorker?). I spent part of Monday chopping sautéing and canning. I was thinking, as I stirred, about my grandmother. Would she be disappointed to know that ‘canning’ these days’ means carefully pouring into “ziploc” bags (which probably cost me more than the tomatoes)?
For me, Summer comes to a close at the end of tomato season. (And I see bill is ready for the Fall pig roast).
I think genuine old-time grannies were happy to welcome advances in food preservation, and laborsaving technology in general. The Mason jar was once a revolution, and I’m glad we don’t have to rely on salt to preserve meat any more. (Not that we shouldn’t salt away some of that pig. Maybe you could stick a tomato in its mouth?)
Yes, but there is something to be said for process.
And feeling reminiscent.
root cellar
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For me, Summer comes to a close at the end of tomato season. (And I see bill is ready for the Fall pig roast).
- selma 9-09-2004 1:53 am
I think genuine old-time grannies were happy to welcome advances in food preservation, and laborsaving technology in general. The Mason jar was once a revolution, and I’m glad we don’t have to rely on salt to preserve meat any more. (Not that we shouldn’t salt away some of that pig. Maybe you could stick a tomato in its mouth?)
- alex 9-09-2004 3:11 am [add a comment]
Yes, but there is something to be said for process.
And feeling reminiscent.
- selma 9-09-2004 6:16 pm [add a comment]
root cellar
- bill 9-09-2004 9:21 pm [add a comment]