Let me start with last night.
Last night I got to wish a good friend well wishes on her upcoming move. She is such a beautiful person inside and out and I am going to miss hearing her stories and sharing running and tri stories both triumphs and tragedies with her. The one thing I won't miss sharing with her...duck itch. I am soooo over it.
This morning was supposed to be my long run and that is all I will say about that.
On a positive note I was very productive and me and St. Anthony found a few lost items and I tried my hand at canning tomatoes. I have canned before, but never tomatoes. The garden was bursting at the seems with amazing and beautiful and ripe tomatoes. Way more than a family of 15 could eat in a week. So what do you do with them? Lets can those bad boys so in the dreary throws of winter we can have a little taste of summer.
First of all it really isn't a difficult process to can anything. I enjoy it. I am still enjoying pickles my girl friend and I made last summer and I have been known on occasion to make mint jelly when I have more than my mojito consumption can use. But please for the love of all that is holy if I ever tell you I am going to can tomatoes again please make sure I am not canning 5 billion grape tomatoes which is what I had to work with today. So this simple process took about 3 times as long as it should have had I used regular sized tomatoes.
Aren't they pretty? This is way in the beginning and there is a huge dish of them in the sink waiting to be peeled.
All of those bagillion tomatoes and I get four stinkin' jars? Really?
The finished product.
Wait...how did that glass of wine get in there? I swear it's not mine.
Okay, it is mine.
So post canning I did get in a base run around my neighborhood which is so not the long run I was thinking I was going to do, but I am proud of myself for getting out the door and getting some pavement into my life today.
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