As you might have read, we’re sort of inundated with tomatoes right now. A friend called it an infestation, and she’s not far off.
We planted several different varieties from seedlings we got through Penn’s Corner’s Online Farm Stand. San Marzanos and Romas, plus a few heirlooms like Black Cherry, Garden Peach and Cherokee Purple.
We’ve never had a really good tomato harvest since we started gardening. Last year late blight got pretty much all of them, so when we wanted to can tomatoes or salsa, we had to buy a case of ripe ones from our CSA.
This year, the infestation.
The photo above represents a small fraction of what was LEFT after our fourth picking, and a day of canning whole, quartered tomatoes and salsa. So far, we have frozen close to 20 pounds, and made quarts of fresh sauce to freeze. We’e also given away at least 15 pounds, when we had ripe ones that needed a home before they ended up in the compost. And now I write this at a large table full of more tomatoes.
This is what we picked yesterday.
I’ll talk about the giant bag of corn and the big bag of green beans hiding behind it later this week. But ALL those tomatoes came inside and now live on my dining room table.
I didn’t take a ton of photos of the canning process, because I’ve already done larger, more in-depth posts on whole tomato canning and salsa canning. Plus, it was a long day in a hot kitchen on tired legs (after a bad half marathon on Saturday – don’t even get me started, ugh).
And, I was feeling frustrated.
I always like to talk here about how there’s room in your life for some DIY and homesteading activities if you have a full-time job and a city commute, like both of us do. We manage to keep a garden and do some canning and freezing, and it might seem like we’re able to do a lot. But we absolutely can’t do everything we want to do. Not even a fraction. There are just not enough hours in the week.
And tomatoes don’t stop ripening just to accommodate your marathon training, your 7 hours a week of commuting, or your 45 hours a week of being an office drone. They just keep coming. The relentless, delicious buggers.
Yes, I do envy people who have some arrangement that lets them do major gardening and food harvesting and preserving, whatever that may be. Not because I begrudge them the time, but because it’s one of my passions. I really do love it. The long, hot day in the kitchen on my calloused feet wouldn’t be so hard if I knew I could keep going in the morning instead of getting in my car at 6 a.m. and not returning until at least 5.
It’s not even easy to donate to food pantries when you work full time. I missed the one weekend donation window because of my race, and the daytime drop-offs are during my work day. I have one potential place left that might be able to take some. Fingers crossed.
It’s such a great satisfaction, filling up that canning cabinet in our basement, with food that grew in our backyard, that we picked out in the sun. I love being able to get “our” tomatoes and salsa through the winter. And I know that in the dead of the winter, I’ll be wistfully remembering the days of the tomato infestation and wanting a good, fresh heirloom tomato. (Maybe.)
But for now, who wants some tomatoes?