By Rossana Weitekamp

As a first-generation Italian-American child, a tomato milling machine was as ordinary to me as a skate key. At the same time, the very sight of it triggered my flight instinct: I knew the minute that machine appeared on my kitchen table that hours upon hours of stewing tomatoes, running them through the mill, pouring the sauce into Mason jars and then boiling them until ready were soon to follow. It was a process that I dreaded.

Today, the story is much different. I like to cook, especially from scratch since not many do that nowadays, and I have a great appreciation for fine cooking. But I still don' t have the patience, or the time, to make cooked-with-freshly-picked-tomatoes tomato sauce — which tastes awesome — and I'd bet you don't either.

Read more

Source: http://liherald.com/