So I had this crazy idea that I would make salsa this past weekend. I had booked a kitchen with larger counterspace and more burners in the anticipation of a group effort. Unfortunately, my group either double booked, forgot or just wasn’t into it as much as they thought. Fortunately they all backed out because my booking was bumped for a funeral.
So I got busy in my own home. My husband helped for a lttle while, but then we had house full of kids that needed tending since there wasn’t any school on friday. So while I was blanching, skinning, seeding, coring, and chopping tomatoes they were playing video games. I was a little miffed but somone has to keep the children occupied or they would kill each other. Then he went to work and I was left with a basketball team ond 2 half completed batches of salsa. My back ached and by midnight I started to hear the pop of my sealing jars.
Saturday I took the day off because I couldn’t look at another tomato.
Sunday I took off because if the Lord needed rest then so did I.
Then what started Monday has now turned into Tuesday and I have been working on these 2 batches since noon because tomatoes and ethylene gas wait for no one. and thats what happens when you’re alone and things need to be done like feeding a baby, laundry, dinner, haircuts (because of pictures), feeding a baby, and did I mention feeding a baby. Lucky for me he just picked a time (right now) to feed while the jars are processing. I should be done by 4:30 am. Needless to say Mr. Wonderful will be taking the boys to school and getting them ready because my eyes aren’t opening before double digits. Good thing he offered to do it.
Bottling is way better with a buddy, but it’s now 3:47 am and I am still lonely.