I’m going to say it and make it official…summer is coming to an end! Yup, whether you like it or not, fall is right around the corner. I like the fall. It’s one of my favorite times of the year. What’s not to love? You’ve got Halloween, the county fair, pumpkins, cider, apple pie, pumpkins, hay rides, pumpkins…did I mention I like pumpkins?
To get ready for all the cooler weather we’ll be getting in the next few months, my mom and I got together for our annual canning day. It’s the time when we take the sweetest tomatoes we can find and make them into my grandmother’s awesome spaghetti sauce. It is literally mouth watering when you smell the aroma of spices mixed with fresh garden tomatoes.
Look at these beauties!
And these peppers! Don’t they look tasty?
Of course you have to add onion too; so festive!
After scalding the tomatoes, we cut them into small pieces and saved as much delicious tomato juice as we could.
There’s my mom. Hi Mom! You can tell she really wanted me to take this picture. We have fun together though, me and my mom. I like canning with her because it gives us a connection to all the great ladies in our family who came before us. My grandmother canned, so did her mom, and so on…Plus it’s great to have some girl time every now and then.
Once all the tomatoes are sliced and diced, they go in the pot along with the peppers and onions. I can’t tell you any more than that, as this is a secret family recipe. We’re kind of like the Bush’s Baked Beans guys except not that famous and we don’t have a talking dog.
Here’s a look at the tomatoes and other ingredients in all their glory. Mmmm…sauce…
Once the sauce has cooked and tastes just right, it’s time to go in the can where it will live until it’s very cold and I have a hankering for a taste of summer. Looks good, doesn’t it?
Ta da! A nice jar of spaghetti sauce. I think we canned about 15 jars or so that day. A little side note though, my mom and step-dad are both big on canning. A few weeks before this they canned a couple dozen quarts of pickled beets (I say eww, others say yum on that one), and a couple dozen jars of corn relish.
For me, this spaghetti sauce is more than just a little bit of summer in the winter time, it also brings back fond memories of my grandmother and how good her house would smell when she was making us her famous spaghetti dinners. When my mom was a little girl and would complain about canning, my grandmother would tell her, “You’ll be happy when the snow flies.” And you know what? I think she’s right.