The other weekend while we were tour-guiding the relation around Amish country we bought a pint of Amish salsa. It was very good.
"You know," Fellow Traveler mused, "we could can our own salsa."
This was true. I still had my mom's canner and jars and canning accoutrements. And the local farm markets are overflowing with raw materials.
Tonight, Ball Blue Book in hand, after FT spent an entire day peeling blanched tomatoes and chopping other vegetables, we began to can salsa. We are still canning salsa.
This is either one of our most inspired or most insane summer projects.
I am designated lid-pop listener. If the lids don't pop, we are going to have to throw one heck of a taco party.
Says Fellow Traveler: "I will never, ever complain about the price of store-bought salsa again."