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The Canning Has Begun


Last week the tomatoes decided to start turning red.  So Brent and Henry headed out to the garden and started to pick the tomatoes all ripe and ready to eat.

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This was one tomato bush

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This was two tomato bushes

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This was three tomato bushes

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This was four tomato bushes

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And this is what we had when they were all done.  All in all we had 50lbs of tomatoes.  HOLY COW! What do you do with 50lbs of ripe ready to eat tomatoes?




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In addition to the tomatoes we had all these pepper ripe and ready to eat.

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We decided to chop them
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and freeze them.  Currently we have six freezer bags full of green peppers.  I shouldn't have to buy any peppers for at least a year.
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Comments

Scott and Stacy said…
Wow! Looks like lots of chili, spaghetti and salsa. Maybe even Grandpa Hutchinson's sloppy joes. What was it? Seven peppers for a pot serving eight people? YOur garden is great, I can't grow grass let alone a garden. I'll just enjoy your pictures.
I can't believe your garden!! We'll be lucky if we get 3 tomatoes from our whole garden this year. Hopefully we'll have better luck next year. I'll need to get lots of tips from you guys first.
Amos said…
Those aren't just tomatoes and green peppers, they are beautiful. Wow, I don't think I have ever seen a home garden turn out with such beautiful vegetables.

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