When I got home from work today I had to process the tomatoes I picked on Sunday. Don’t get me started on all the freaking peppers still sitting on the counter. I decided to make a batch of hot sauce since it called for a pound of tomatoes (which is really not many tomatoes as it turns out) and 2 anaheim peppers and 2 habaneros. Whoohoo, 4 peppers in one recipe! Oh Happy Day.
I don’t normally wear gloves when slicing peppers but I’m not fool and fished some out for the habaneros. When I cut into them I could tell the gloves were a good idea because my eyes started burning from the fumes alone. I added everything to the pot, cooked the tomatoes down and then carefully put everything into the blender.
I should state for the record that using the blender with hot food scares me because I’m sure that the whole thing is going to blast off and burn the crap out of me and ruin the kitchen forever. I got over my fear and turned on the blender. The hand atop the blender was protected by a hotmat and an oven glove. The hotmat got a couple of specks of hot sauce on it but the counter top was toast. Somehow this happens to me on an infrequent but maddening basis. The frapping base was not attached tightly enough to the blender glass and so the shit leaked. All over the place.
I managed to salvage the day, though, by using my third hand that thankfully grew out of the top of my head. I got a plate to set the blender glass on and then poured the mixata into a fine sieve as instructed. Only our fine sieve is evidently the finest fucking sieve there ever was because nothing came out of it. I was totally overjoyed at this point.
I got out our itty bitty sieve and used that to extrude the sauce. I lasted about 10 minutes of gently coaxing the hot sauce through the tiny sieve and then said some other curse words and threw the remainder into the compost tin.
Even with all the problems I ended up with a decent amount of hot sauce, which, as per usual, I have not tried. Because then I had to move right into making more spaghetti sauce with the remaining tomatoes. I should probably go downstairs and make sure that pot hasn’t totally exploded all over the kitchen too.
Most of my tomatoes exploded after the rain from Hanna. I should have picked them but I didn’t think of it in time. I’ve given a few away but we never got overwhelmed with them. I think it’s because we had only two plants instead of three this year.