Oh, by the way, I am Tina who is doing all that trying. I had told Heidi I would help out and do a post, and finally here I am doing it. I am the big sister of the Gold Country Girls., and I will contribute when I can, hopefully once a week or so.
So last weekend, I tried again, and I have a large basket full. So large, I had to carry it in from the garden in shifts, walk a bit, set it down, look at the view, start again. It is a long way from the garden to the house. I think there are at least 25 lbs. of tomatoes in that basket.
I've picked the tomatoes (actually this is my second picking.) The first batch didn't get lucky. I wasn't in the mood. So those tomatoes ended up in other things, spaghetti, salads, sandwiches, they aren't going to make it to next year, they were eaten fresh.
So I finally made it to the house. That was last weekend. The tomatoes are still waiting. I am just not feelin' it. When I am in the mood to make salsa I go to town, slicing, boiling. When I am not in the mood, I might just go to town, literally. Get away, keep those tomatoes from staring at me, asking to be chopped up and made into delicious spicy goodness.
I always name my salsas. I have had "Made in the Shade" salsa, which I chopped and mixed under a very large yellow (digger) pine that used to stand just in front of our house. One year dancing was in vogue: "Takes Two to Tango" salsa, and "Hot Cha Cha" salsa. I'ver names them after who grew the tomatoes, or where they grew: "Riverbend Red Hot" salsa, or "Kruk Trail" salsa. Sometimes I think I spend more time figuring out the names than I do making the darned stuff!
Anyway, by the time I get this batch made it deserves a special name. I thought about "Not feelin' It" salsa, or even, "Go ahead, MAKE me make" salsa.
But I think this one will be "Twist My Arm" salsa. If it ever does get made... Right now I have to pack because I am heading out for a visit with Heidi, so...