The tomatoes, on the other hand, spent the week taunting me from their spot on the table in the old dining room. I just kept imagining them getting riper, and softer, and starting to go bad...but I planned to do them on Thursday. Then Friday. But life kept happening! So I planned to do them Saturday. That's when I discovered that (due to life continuing to happen!) I only had until 1:00 to get them done.
Saturday morning I started a batch of salsa with about ten pounds of the tomatoes, then called in the troops for an Emergency Tomato Rescue Operation. (That would be ETRO in Army-speak!) Macey sorted tomatoes and pulled off stems, Jaela washed the good ones, I cut off tops and halved them all, and Anya "squooshed" them. We went through 70 pounds of tomatoes in three hours, and then when we were done, three little voices chimed "Thank you, Mommy, for letting us help!".
I bagged up all the pulp and juice in Ziploc freezer bags and stuck them all in the freezer, thinking that even if they lose some of their freshness, at least they won't go bad. And there they sit, patiently waiting until Thursday, when I plan to begin Operation Spaghetti Sauce.
At least that's the plan! :)