Will turned the last of our cherry tomatoes into ketchup. This is another accomplishment that falls under the category of irrational excitement.
We’re not even big ketchup eaters. But. Between the ketchup and the beans (I know, again with the beans), this means sometime this Spring, when the first of the piglets is magically converted into bacon, we will be able to make baked beans and every ingredient less the molasses will be home grown and home made. That sounds pretty damn awesome to me.
And yes, I do realize it will take us multiple months to make a dish that most people have only ever eaten from a can. But that is the allure – to think that a dish as all American as baked beans is also a dish that so few Americans have ever really made, let alone grown? Therein lies the heart of this obsession of ours.