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Salsa, it has become a tradition in our family---the condiment, not the dance. Thanks to Heather, who introduced us to this delectable dish many years ago. The tomatoes have come from various and sundry gardens--not all our own. In Provo 1994, a friendly neighbor let us glean from their small backyard farm--how appropriate for a newly-wed couple working at Pro Steel and finishing a teaching degree. Then in Attleboro, we got Hans' family hooked on the stuff, while we made salsa from Grandpa Peterson's garden. In Worcester, now law student and underpaid art teacher, we managed to support our jalapeno habit.
So, now in Holden Maine, we broke ground in our very first garden of our own. We have had years of plenty, and years of little sun, too much rain or tomato blight. Summer of 2010 has been ideal for gardens, evident by the gallons of tomatoes rolling into our yard. This year we have canned 5 batches of salsa so far yielding 30 quarts. Supplemented by the farm share, we should be "All Set" until next Summer.
Mom: Soren we have lots of onions to cut up for the salsa.
Soren: I can help, I can cut up onions!
Mom: Are you sure? Onions can be really stinky, you know.
Soren: Onions are stinky, just like Pirates.
Mom: Pirates are stinky ?
Soren: They don't take baths.