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.
Aren't they beautiful? Go ahead, try it. I guarantee you'll never go back. I can't wait to try it this summer with fresh roasted tomatoes. Or with a bit of chipotle. Mmmm...
YUM!!!!
Posted by: Sandi Whiton | Monday, March 21, 2011 at 06:13 AM
Maybe we can meet up at the church's kitchen sometime for a cooperative canning session? :)
Posted by: celeste | Monday, March 21, 2011 at 03:50 PM
i love cookbooks too. Do you recommend that one- to someone who has never done preserves or pickled or cured a thing, but dreams about it? :)
Posted by: bridgette | Thursday, March 24, 2011 at 07:36 AM
My mother always makes homemade ketchup, it's 1000 times better than bought from the store and no preservatives...so it's 100% natural.
Posted by: Eye care | Friday, March 25, 2011 at 06:18 AM