It sounds like I’ve been out dancing with my Fellow Man, doesn’t it? Heh heh. Not quite. Though fitting two people into our small kitchen makes for a bit of dancing!
The day had already been full.
Between other projects I weighed out a big batch of paste tomatoes that had been waiting for the time to make salsa.
At 5 p.m., we realized that if we didn’t make salsa today, it wouldn’t happen until the weekend, and the tomatoes wouldn’t wait that long. The shorter days and cooler nights have made the tomatoes seem all the more precious than they already were in this funky growing year. That bit of thinking lit a fire under our tail. We made a pot of rice for dinner, sent the kids to bed on their own, and got to work.
Back in my carefree younger years, I did all my canning at night. It was cooler. I was busy during the day. It worked for me.
It doesn’t work quite so well now, but it happened anyway.
With the well-choreographed help of my Fellow Man, we chopped, mixed, fired up two canners and put up 28 pints of salsa. All mild, for the kids sake, bless their sleepy hearts. We could easily eat more salsa than that between now and the next tomato season, but by golly, if that’s the salsa we’ve got, we’ll be thankful for it when tomato season comes to a close.
Tightening the last jar lid in the cool night air, I took one more glance at the stars. Isn’t it fine, this life? The days are full of things to do, and the nights are full of salsa, and stars.