Here’s the thing. I don’t even like ketchup. Plus, ketchup is (most of the time) totally gluten-free. So why, pray tell, did I decide it was a good idea to make up some ketchup in my own home? Sterilizing the jars, spending hours slaving over something that you can buy pretty cheaply at the store. Something that I don’t even like to eat.
You know when you have kids, and they start doing things like making suggestions that seem wise beyond their years, one can cave. Which is what happened when my daughter pointed out we had all of these gorgeous fresh tomatoes from our CSA, but we probably wouldn’t eat them before they went bad. Hey, she said, why not make ketchup? Why not, indeed, I said.
Here’s why not. Ketchup making is laborious, and not so satisfying. Still, I made ketchup, bitches! Here’s how.
