making and canning one of my favorite things
There’s a certain satisfaction when you can go outside to your garden and harvest some vegetables for that night’s dinner. I don’t grow a lot in my garden, but almost every year I try to grow tomatoes.
Fresh tomatoes from the garden taste so much better than what you can get in the grocery store. If I don’t grow them at home I try to get to the farmer’s market to get garden fresh tomatoes. Salads are better with fresh tomatoes, my husband loves tomato sandwiches, and my daughter and I could happily eat caprese salads for lunch every day.
When my mom would have an abundance of tomatoes she would can them. Either just tomatoes, spaghetti sauce, or, my favorite, tomato preserves. I’ve searched for her recipe with no luck, but this one comes very close.
I know, tomato preserves might sound weird, but I urge you to try them. Just one batch, then a slice of your favorite bread, toasted, with butter and just a little tomato preserves on it. It’s sooo good. I want to try it again and add just a little candied ginger to it. And I’m curious how the taste might change when using heirloom tomatoes instead of roma that I used for my last batch.
where I’ve been, eating low-carb and summertime eating
Well, it’s been some time since I last posted. For the last month I’ve been dealing with some health challenges. To stay healthy I have to make some big changes to my diet. Most notably, I need to eat low carb. I feel so much better when I eat this way, in fact my tastes have started changing so I don’t crave sugar and carbs like before.
So, when I post recipes that I have, I will include my version that fits into a lower carb diet if I’ve figured out an acceptable version. Today, that’s not the case. This recipe has a lot of sugar and I don’t think there’s a way to get this taste without it. These are a case of just a little taste at a time.
I was thinking it’s going to be a hot day today. Hot days remind me of spending all day outside when I was young. And watermelon. A cold, juicy watermelon was one of the best treats we could have. Mom wouldn’t let us eat watermelon inside. Can’t really blame her, a houseful of kids diving face-first into watermelon slices had to leave a horrible, sticky mess before she figured out keeping us outside and then hosing us off. Plus, we got to spit the seeds wherever we wanted, and she wouldn’t get mad. Sometimes, she even joined in the spitting fun.
The only real rule was to save the rinds when we were done with our slice. Mom would gather them up, and in a couple days we would have watermelon rind pickles to eat. I love these as a side to almost any summery meal, in particular, hamburgers and hotdogs. There’s something about them that just says summer to me. I had to look everywhere to find this recipe. I haven’t made it yet, but Aunt Lila says this was mom’s recipe, so that’s good enough for me.