Monday, March 8, 2010

of tomatoes and pooh

What I'm doing today is going to the nearest Associated Foods store and buying a mess of canned goods at their case lot sale. And by "mess" I mean "some diced tomatoes and maybe other things that strike my fancy."

I used my last can of diced tomatoes the other day, and I know I should have bottles and bottles of canned tomatoes downstairs in the fruit room, but I don't. I planted the tomato plants too close to each other last year, so they weren't able to get the light they needed. Be ye not so foolish! This year will be different. This year I will can some of my own tomatoes, but I'm telling you right now that I'm still going to buy cases of diced in juice, as I have neither the time nor the desire to preserve all of our food. I do have my primary residence in Crazy, but I like to keep a summer home in Sane. Ah, who am I kidding? I have years of work ahead of me before I can be certified crazy. I don't home-school, I use conventional medicine fairly frequently, I don't have guns OR ammunition to protect my food storage from starving marauders of nefarious intent . . . it's like I'm not even trying!

A while ago I bought some Muir Glen diced tomatoes, and last week when I used them I did a blind taste test of Kroger vs. Muir Glen, and it's true, Muir Glen tastes more like a summer tomato and less like a handful of dirty coins. Bam! There's some knowledge dropped on you.

Last night on our way to and from Salt Lake we read "In Which Kanga and Baby Roo Come to the Forest, and Piglet Has a Bath" and "In Which a House Is Built at Pooh Corner for Eeyore," from Winnie-the-Pooh and The House At Pooh Corner. I'd tried reading Pooh to my children before, but the humor was totally lost on them, so it was rewarding to hear them giggle at Rabbit's list of the Plan to Capture Baby Roo, and Eeyore saying that when people have quite finished taking a person's house there are sometimes one or two bits left over that they're quite happy to have the person take back again.

In sum: go buy some canned goods for The Rapture, or failing that, The Earthquake For Which We Are Due (Utah and California Residents Only). Then read a funny book to your kids. But I don't want to see any of you buying fifty cans of corn, because that's nuts. Who would do that?


tipsybaker said...

I have always wondered about different brands of canned tomatoes. Thank-you.

Amy said...

I can't believe you would admit on the internet that you don't even have guns or ammunition to protect your food storage. Now that is NUTS!

Eric said...

"... and less like a handful of dirty coins..." :D