Taking a break from the ratty t-shirt, smelly sneaker combo to bring you another episode of What I Wore Sunday chock full of sauciness and splatterings of tomato.

Shirt: Old Navy
Tank: Old Navy
Skirt: Target
Stockpot: Gift, probably purchased at Ollie’s, which currently has a layer of blackened tomatoes firmly cemented to the bottom.
Food Mill: Dani, do you need this back?? It is totally not filled with crusty tomato seeds or dried cricket remains. Let me know.

In part of my rush to over-achieve this week, I cleaned out our chest freezer and found at least 12 bags of peeled tomatoes from last summer. It was another glaring example of why I’m not cut out for homesteading. I hate “preparing the harvest” a.k.a. standing in a poorly air-conditioned kitchen boiling food and water for hours during the hottest part of the year. We had many more bags of tomatoes, but my father-in-law took it upon himself to make sauce several times last year for numerous dinners. (I’ll be darn sure he’s staying with us during the zombie apocalypse.)

Anywho, forced to deal with the multitude of produce (plus just as many bags of chicken giblets and assorted parts) I boiled down the tomatoes and finally made sauce to freeze because canning is just more heating and steaming and slopping and ohmyword just look at how messy my kitchen already is!!And it’s not like I would’ve thought to change out of my church clothes to do these messy things.

Despite the grueling, back-breaking labor involved,  I’ve got tasty sauce sure to soil the shirt of many a happy child. Or a sad one. No Alfredo option tonight honey. You savor this home-grown goodness. Savor it and cherish these memories to pass onto your own ungrateful children. This sauce was made with love!!! 

Good times all around.

For more stylish fashions sure to make you slop something down the front of your clean, white cardigan, visit the rest of the ladies at Fine Linen and Purple.

 
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