Saucy

These are the tomatoes I've been waiting to make into sauce for almost a week. They are fresh from my overrun garden and they make very good sauce, if I do say so myself.

I'm being overrun by tomatoes. I have too many. I thought I'd be in the clear when I planted, because Bruce wasn't planning on being gone 75% of the time and my dad was doubtful that I'd ever have enough, but here I sit. Making tomato sauce every single day for the rest of my life without an end in sight.

Yesterday I looked in the fridge and thought, "Well, tomorrow I can use up these and the ones ripening on the island, and then maybe next week I can make another batch." Today I went out to the garden and found a whole canvas bag full of perfectly ripe tomatoes just waiting to be picked. So this morning I made a batch of sauce.  Actually, it was more than this morning, it was all day.  

This is the bunch I picked today.

Then I went and Wii'ed at a friend's house.  I am a terrible golfer.  I'm sure anyone who's miniature golfed with me in the past would attest to it, and I'm here to tell you now;  I'm a terrible golfer.

I have at least three more batches of sauce to make, which means three more packages of italian sausage and mushrooms and green peppers to buy.  Who has sauce without those things?  Not my house, that's who.

Bliss

Remember my never-ending (sometimes slightly less all-encompassing, but nevertheless vigilant) search for cotton candy ice cream?  

Kemps has a special edition out in stores now.  Go, ye ice cream craving bastards.  

Bruce and I, a few days ago:

"When you cook good stuff when I'm gone, you'll have to freeze some so I can eat it when I come home."

"I was just figuring I'd subsist on plain white rice while you're away."

What's for Dinner?

My first boyfriend would write me notes in high school asking me only that question. He was odd in a lot of ways.

Tonight, we're having McAldi chicken nuggets (thanks to Lisa planting the seed in my brain yesterday) and McAldi Berry Pie. Mmm.