drying tomatoes for a taste of summer all year round

Last year, I came across some yellow roma tomatoes at the farmers’ market.  I bought a bagful, dried them, and saved some seed.  This year, these tomatoes were the heartiest of the bunch in our tomato bed.  This past weekend, I spent hours washing, slicing, and drying, and I know come January, it will have been well worth it.  I’m reposting this one for anyone looking to taste that summer sweetness when the cold wind blows.

There is nothing I like more than throwing a handful of sundried tomatoes into a dish to add a bit of tangy punch and a little bit of summer.  Tonight, I wandered out to the tomato and pepper bed, rounded the corner, and ta-dah!  The sundrying tomatoes are ripening!  Start your (dehydrating) engines and sterilize the Mason jars–it’s time to start drying.

A couple of years ago, I got fed up paying so much money for dehydrated tomatoes in the store when I knew I could do it produce.yellow roma tomatoesmyself.  I will admit, I do not actually “sun dry” mine.  I bought a relatively affordable and effective dehydrator and started making my own dried tomatoes.  I like to slice them thinly so they almost become crunchy.  No worries though–once I bake, saute, or cook them, they soak up moisture and taste just like they did in July.

Some quick tips for dehydrating/drying tomatoes:

  • Using a tomato grown for drying makes the process much easier.  I have been using Amish Paste and Principe Borghese from my favorite seed company, Southern Exposure Seed Exchange (http://www.southernexposure.com).    They are both very flavorful and are great for other recipes that require a tomato with less juice and more “meat.”  They are also a great size for slicing and drying–small enough to stay together to make beautiful circles which look lovely baked in an omelet or stirred into pasta.
  • Tomatoes will shrink.  If you want a decent amount of dried tomatoes to get you through fall and winter, make sure you plan for several visits to the garden/market and even more trips to the dehydrator.
  • I prefer a dehydrator because you can control the temperature and air circulation so that the tomatoes dry evenly.  My dehydrator with four trays usually dries thinly sliced tomatoes overnight (8-12 hours); the thicker the tomato slice, the longer the dry time.
  • Seeding the tomatoes will help them dry more quickly.
  • Since I slice mine thinly, I don’t remove the skins.  Some people prefer to, but I find that they cook just fine and the texture and flavor are fine with me.
  • Do spray the dehydrator trays with a thin coat of oil or coking spray.  It will make removal much, much easier.  Believe me and my fingernails–dried tomatoes can be a bit like bamboo shoots if you end up scraping them off the trays.
  • Let the tomatoes cool all the way before packaging.homesteading.dryingtomatoes

There are several methods for packing and storing dehydrated tomatoes.  The primary goal is to keep them dry until you are ready to rehydrate–the last thing you want to find is mold or some other creature taking over your delicious goodies.  Some suggested packaging:  zip-top bags, stuff and seal bags, containers with lids, and my personal favorite–Mason jars.  As a precaution, I sterilize my jars, either in a boiling water bath or in the dishwasher, then let them air dry.

Now that you’ve dried and stored your tomatoes, what to do with them?   Some of my favorites:

  • For breakfast, I make an omelet or egg souffle with spinach, sundried tomatoes, and feta cheese.
  • I throw a cup into marinara sauce and soup (homemade or store bought) to add texture and flavor.
  • We love them on pizza.
  • I bake them in bread dough with basil and parmesan cheese.
  • I add some into a crock pot with chicken, garlic, onion, and herbs for a quick dinner on an autumn eve.
  • I add to dips for color and flavor.

So now that you know the ins and outs of drying tomatoes, give it a try–your wallet and your recipes will thank you!

tips for your next trip to the farmer’s market

So you’ve found your local market, and you’re ready to head out–what’s next?

Seattle Farmers’ Market, Spring 2009

  • Give yourself plenty of time!  There’s so much to see and explore.  The market is not like the grocery store–it’s not about getting in and out with the necessities.  Take the time to get to know both the food and the folks.
  • Take a bag or two.  They may have some plastic bags from the grocery store or brown paper lunch bags, but it will be much easier if you take a “green” cloth bag that can hold several different items.
  • Take cash and preferably, in small bills, and keep it easily accessible.  It will make for easier shopping.
  • If your market is not covered, prepare for the weather.  Sunscreen and a hat might be in order on those warm summer days.
  • Be aware that farmers have different personalities and salesmanship.  Some will invite you to inspect the food; others will clearly give you the stink eye if you start digging through their peach basket.  Also, I never initiate bargaining with a farmer–I just don’t feel right about taking money out of their pockets.  If they offer to lower the price (like at the end of the day), I’ll graciously accept.
  • And speaking of the end of the day–want to go when there are fewer people and possible deals?  Hit the market at the very end of the day.  Want to  get the freshest choices and have first pick?  Head out in the early morning.
  • Remember that there’s not necessarily a traffic flow at the market like you’d find in a grocery store.  Be respectful of those around you and aware of how people are moving to see the food and make purchases.
  • Appreciate the farmer’s time–he or she may be the only person working the booth or stall which means he or she

    WNC Farmers’ Market from http://www.activerain.com

    will be answering questions, bagging food, making sales, etc.  Asking for special samples or asking a lot of questions may cause the farmer (and those around you) a bit of stress.

And what I consider the most important tip–thank the farmer who has grown this amazing food for you.  These folks are offering you the opportunity not only to live a healthy lifestyle but also connect with the community.   It’s a wonderful outing, and you’ll find it so much more enjoyable than rolling a cart up and down aisles of an indoor store.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to run make my list–Saturday’s just around the corner!

every laugh line on your face, made you who you are today

I like to read and repost this one annually to honor one more year’s travel on the journey~

This is for all you girls about 42

Tossin’ pennies into the fountain of youth

Every laugh, laugh line on your face

Made you who you are today.

~This One’s for the Girls, sung by Martina McBride

Thank you, Martina McBride, for singing those lyrics with such energy and spirit!  When I listen to the live version of that song, I can’t help but smile knowing that in spite of all of the challenges in my last 40some years, I have laugh lines to remind me of what’s important.

The year of my separation, I can remember stopping one morning as I got ready for work.  Was it true?  There in the mirror stood a woman who had experienced a significant life transition but there, as a badge of honor, were the makings of two line sat the edge of her smile.

In the time since then, I’ve experienced death and loss, cancer and illness, spiritual isolation and physical pain.  I stand on my front porch this morning, however, and I look out over my little suburban farm, and I know that it has been my saving grace.

Yes, family and friends have been my safety nets, my mentors, and my support.  God has been my rock, my nurturer,and my peace.  But this farm, this farm has let me sweat out frustration, dig through tears, and hoe around problems.  It has excited me, encouraged me, and humbled me.  I have lost myself then found myself again out in this small piece of creation.

Most importantly, however, it has renewed my sense of purpose, filled me with delight, and taught me more about who I am than most other adventures on this life’s journey.  Not only has it contributed to the etching of laugh lines but also has defined muscles, warmed my spirit, and opened my heart.

So on this day, I’ll spend some time celebrating out in the vines and stalks, dirt and mulch that have welcomed me into their family and defined for me the simple meaning of “grace.”  And you better believe, I’ll be puttin’ those little laugh lines to work today! : )

lessons learned: dandelions and faith

This morning I came across this blessing in Jan Richardson’s book In the Sanctuary of Women.  “Rootedness” seems to be a theme in my life right now so I thought I would repost this meditation.

May your roots go deep

and deeper still

into the holy ground of God. 

~Jan Richardson

Last week, we had some gentle rain showers which soaked the land well.  After one such morning, I threw on the boots and headed outside to pull some weeds.  You see, I’ve quit using pesticides and in some cases, I just leave the weeds be, but when they start to encroach on the nutrients our vegetables need, then I take action.

Right beside the sugar snap pea trellis sat a fat, yellow dandelion.  She mocked me with her size as if to say, “No tool you have will get rid of me.”  I glared at her then patiently began to tug.  Yes, I do have tools to remove even the toughest of weeds, but for some reason, I was determined to take care of this bully myself.   Tugging a deeply rooted plant takes patience, and I was in it to win it.dandelion

I say most of it because as any gardener knows, with some plants, if you leave any part of the root, it’s only a matter of time before a new plant appears.  You see, being rooted takes strength and intentionality.  If you think about a root, it grows more deeply as it seeks out the source of its sustenance.  The more it is fed by what it needs, the stronger it becomes.

It’s like faith.  Being rooted in it serves not only to ground us but also to grow us.  Being rooted is more than just seeking balance–it is growing more deeply not only in our connection with God but also in relationship with ourselves.  We know that whatever comes our way, we have the foundation for maintaining a sense of peace and wholeness, even when someone or something tugs at us, trying to uproot us.

So what became of that dandelion out by the trellis, well, I got a good chunk of her out of the ground.  I imagine, however, that deep under mulch and soil, a piece of her awaits, and she soon will rise again.