Here in Colorado Springs, we merry Mormon’s live the legend that is Rachel Aragon. Rachel is one of those marvelously put-together women who makes magic with the very touch of her finger. If you’ve ever pondered the idea that some people are gifted with 36 hours a day while the rest of us common folk muddle around with a mere 24, Rachel will drive that point home.
FACTS: She’s a former prima ballerina, runs a ballet studio from her home, and puts on a full Nutcracker every December (this year, pregnant with baby #5, she will even DANCE the Mouse King in said Nutcracker). She created an absurdly successful website. She’s a 100% visiting teacher. She makes her own cheese. And, she gardens with such ferocity that you can consider her backyard (and resulting pantry of canned goods) a work of art.
I welcomed, then, her exhausted admission that she was so tired of putting up her one years supply of tomatoes she would now be giving away the rest of her harvest.
Me! Me! Me!
I came home heavy with rubied fruit. I sat it proudly upon the kitchen counter. And when the kids came home, they took one look at my shining trophies and…complained, “Ew! Gross! We haaaa-aate tomatoes.”
Bowls of bright tomatoes and a family that doesn’t eat them. Sigh. What’s a girl to do?
Well. I’m not going to sit around and watch them rot. Nosiree. I have a few tricks up my sleeve. This family of mine may haaa-aaate tomatoes, but I think I can get them to enjoy a few garden-fresh meals. And, they’ll never even know what hit them. Wink. Wink.