I mean, sure, I've made a vinaigrette when I didn't want to use the last clump of store bought dressing. And I've made sauces as part of a larger recipe. But I've never made homemade noodles, never made cheese or given life to dry mustard with my favorite beer. Heck, I've never made beer. Other than creating some salsas for a Cinco De Mayo party (whose lack of presence on this blog I may need to rectify,) I've left the artisan aspects of cooking to others. That may have to change.
Despite my history of laziness (which some of you may have noticed during the month or so I didn't post here.....this time or the other time during the winter,) I have dipped my toes into the world of gardening the last two summers. The first time around it was just tomatoes, and I didn't get many before my lassez-faire attitude towards watering killed my dreams of bounty. This year, I fared a bit better, and while I killed my peas after only one harvest (and my jalapenos grew and grew without ever getting spicy,) I have been collecting zucchini and tomatoes all summer. Enough tomatoes that when I went out and collected the most recent batch I looked at them and knew--they were ketchup.
