I made a second batch of Roasted Tomato Sauce last night. I had DH on garlic duty, while I chopped (and cried over) onions -- using lots more of both than last time. I used up the rest of my purple basil, most of the fresh parsley, and much more dried oregano, rosemary and whatever else, plus a few shakes of salt and pepper. I also used the green pepper. Just before I set the timer for the last 45 minutes of roasting, I added the mushrooms that I'd bought at the market last Saturday, but had forgotten about when I made the first batch!
It was late by the time it came out of the oven, so I let it cool slightly then scooped it into freezer bags and put it in the 'fridge overnight. Katie was asking if there was a way to make it thicker, but still chunky. Even though I pureed some and combined it all together the first time, it was still a pretty thin sauce. (But oh, so very tasty.) Having never made tomato sauce the old fashioned way, I'm guessing that it just cooks all day on the stove 'til it reaches the desired consistency. That's not what we're going here, though, so another option would be to drain off some of the liquid. After I scooped the still very chunky sauce into the bags last night there was a lot of the liquid left in the pan, so I poured it into a smaller freezer bag and will save it for adding to chili or some other suitable soup this winter, in place of water. Tonight, I will drain off more liquid from the bags in the 'fridge (to freeze and save for later, of course) before pureeing and we'll see how that turns out.
There was no knitting yesterday. A couple of rounds on the not-so-fussy sock at WW is all (still haven't reached that elusive first 10, though down a little after last week's gain and boy-oh-boy was I ever surprised at that). I'm still feeling off and still stuffy. Sleep was fitful last night, the house erupting at midnight with
whatever all the things three young women would be doing at that hour -- including talking in loud voices and laughing -- and my own first-I'm-hot, now-I'm-cold tossing and turning and wrestling with the covers. They say that this, too, shall pass. Guess what? I'm ready. All of it can pass now. Maybe knitting tomorrow.
Hey, I forgot to mention that I saw my brother over the weekend. It was six months on Monday that the accident occurred. He is now back to work four hours a day, three days a week. He's holding on; some days are pretty good, some are pretty bad, a lot depends on what they've got him doing (none of it is too heavy-duty). He and his wife were in the area because of his company picnic. Michael has worked for a very large insurance company here for quite a few years and the company, spearheaded by a few of Mike's amazing coworkers, has been extremely generous in helping them these past months. Anyway, Michael said that every.single.person at that company -- from the tippy-top echelons to the most recent trainee -- now knows him; his story has been told and re-told countless times, and his face plastered on fundraising signs. He said that it's a very, very weird thing.