When I have nervous energy, I cook.
Now that I am in a process which creates the most nervous energy I have ever had, I am cooking for the year.
My dear friend Tata went with me to pick apples today. I say dear friend because after looking outside and seeing hail, then looking in my pleading, puppy dog eyes-- she still went. She even made me a breakfast of pumpkin pancakes before we left. See, I told you--dear friend.
We trudged through the Indiana mud and picked our apples, rewarding ourselves with a yummy pumpkin donut.
At one of those road-side stands along the way home, they had end-of-the-season tomatoes on sale. So, of course I stocked up. In the quickly approaching dreary Chicago winter, when I decide to make some pasta sauce or soup, these are the tomatoes I want. Not those ugly, barely-blushing tomatoes we are so blessed with in February.
I haven't canned much, but there is something so rewarding about working hard now and reaping the benefits on a cold night after work when a bowl of tomato soup will really hit the spot. It also just occurred to me that the applesauce I'm working on now might be enjoyed by Little B in the coming year? Wow.
So, I am self-preserving by self preserving.
It's so worth it when you hear that click.
Tomato Invasion