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."
3 comments:
When I was in my first call in Tiny Rural Missouri, I was inspired to make jelly. Some of the widow ladies invited me to go pick wild grapes and they aren't good for ANYTHING but jelly. Everything went well until the end. I didn't follow the directions about melting the parafin, and had a small stove top fire. Very small. Put it out with the fire extinguisher my dad had bought me. However, the next time I used the oven, there was smoke of a fabulous black color that was due to wax that had dripped all the way down. It would have been okay except that Mom and Dad were visiting for the first time. Darn if I didn't have to confess to the stupid thing I had done. But the jelly was good!
Hope the salsa is fab!
Amish salsa? Those two concepts kind of bang together in my mind ... but as a Texan, I have rather strong opinions about salsa.
Yay! I love homemade salsa! It's one of the few things I can make that doesn't come out of a box or can! Good luck with everything.
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