One of my favorite past-times is reading cookbooks. Imagining the flavors, dreaming about selecting the produce, fantasizing about the delicious meals, planning the sweet picnics we'll go on. It's all part of the joy of a good cookbook. The reality is I rarely do the cooking around here. I'm great at the daydreaming, not so great on the follow though. I don't know why because I love cooking.
This weekend my family took advantage of the lovely weather and gathered at my brother's for a first day of spring BBQ. I decided to make ketchup to bring along. It's a crazy thing to bring to a potluck but man am I glad I did.
Homemade ketchup is crazy good. The flavor is complex, intense and addictive. Never will I go back to the pale imitation sold in the grocery. I may have to eat french fries every day.