Working in a farming community, I absolutely love that I can drive past any number of tomato fields and have my sense of smell bombarded with that “fresh off the vine” smell coming from the growing tomato plants. I see the tomato trucks threatening to drop some of their precious cargo as it makes its way down the road.
I happen to work within minutes of my favorite produce stand. Once I see the tomato trucks, I know I can start purchasing my cases of tomatoes; 20 pounds to be exact. For the next couple of months, I will visit the produce market and pick up a case of tomatoes, every Friday afternoon.
Every weekend, I will carve out some time to process and can my red bounty of Romas. Once canned, they will line the top of my pantry. Some jars will be made into marinara sauce, while others will simply be pureed and using in a multitude of culinary creations.
So what if my coworker calls me a freak (in jest, of course)? Other coworkers will shake their head as I carry my case into my air conditioned office, waiting until the end of the day to be returned to the car so we can head home. They know how much I love being able to buy all these beauties at one time. They just accept that canning is in my blood.
In my case, it’s safe to say…all roads to lead to Roma; tomatoes that is!