Yes, it's time to talk about food again. You're going to get the idea that all we do around here is eat. (Sadly, it's not far from the truth. I guess we're fat & happy.)
As seen in a previous photo, we rounded up some apples and a big box of tomatoes from local growers a while ago (Tom's Orchard and Thistledown Farms, respectively). The tomatoes have been sitting a while, which is not a good idea for nice ripe tomatoes, because sooner or later they will get restless and turn to a life of crime. It ain't pretty to see a good tomato go bad. So yesterday and today I cut up a whole bunch of 'em, along with some onions and spices and a green pepper, and made a big, steamy cauldron of savory homemade tomato sauce. Every now and then I would wander over to the stove, stir it theatrically, and cackle with glee. The whole thing has now been pureed and strained, cooked down to a scrumptious thickness, and poured into big Ziploc bags to store in the freezer. With the bit I had left over, I made dinner (a one-time-only concoction of stewed pork with Italian herbs and tomato sauce, served over rice, with a side of steamed Romanesco. Mmm, Romanesco -- the fractal you can eat!). Right now an apple crisp is cooking in the oven for dessert.
I would be tempted to show you some of the things I've been busy making as of late, but now that I know my sister reads this blog, I'm afraid it would spoil some surprises. So there, neener neener.