We spent the day slicing and dicing and talking as kids ran around under foot. We talked and dreamed of real & ridiculous things.
There’s nothing like the mess of canning (which we did out of doors) that makes you think an industrial kitchen with a drain in the floor is an excellent idea. You could just have stainless steel everything and just hose it all off after cooking, Joe says to me. Ahh, yes. A man’s idea of the perfect cleaning job. Enter power washer tool and there would surely be a line of kitchen clean up volunteers after every meal. Then again, as a mama to four I do very much appreciate anything that can be hosed down and left to drip dry.
We spent hours under the car port blanching tomatoes, cutting up peppers, herbs and simmering up some sauce. The little kids went from mostly clean and dry to sopping wet, partially clothed and covered in sand while we cooked….. stealing handfuls of sliced green peppers from the cutting board as they ran past. The big kids wandered between the sticky heat of the Louisiana sun and the air conditioned house, joining into the someday conversation here and there….
We talked of living off our own little piece of dirt…
raising critters & our own food….
an old farmhouse…
scheming business plans…
The things that transpire while the sauce simmers. And you know, there is nothing like making tomato sauce that makes you feel humble & grateful for a tomato. To think of how many tomatoes, how much work, goes into making up that sauce. Well worth it mind you, but it makes you ponder a bit.
As we finished the last hot water bath of quart sized tomato jars I was feeling like we very much encompassed an all american family. Not a current day one, perhaps. But maybe one from a few generations ago that watched the kids play as they put up the harvest. Stirred their homegrown herbs into local farm grown tomatoes. Maybe men didn’t help with preserving the garden grub in the 40’s, or maybe so. The whole thing had me feeling pretty nostalgic. Connected to the past. Patriotic. And hopeful that these sort of things might be the memories my children hold dear someday. It seemed to be a very good way to celebrate a day of independence.
Hope your holiday weekend was just as lovely….