That colander is not 2o pounds of tomatoes. Two and a half of those colanders is 20 pounds. And that left me with five pints of sauce. How is that possible?
But I should be happy it takes so many tomatoes to make sauce, because it's not like there's a shortage of tomatoes. God no. After using all those tomatoes, and then going out to the garden to harvest the tomatoes for that day, I ended the day with this many tomatoes:
I think they breed in the dish pan at night.
Anybody familiar with Sisyphus? Yeah, that's me--pushing a big damn tomato uphill all day, only to have it roll down on top of me right before I get to the top, covering me in tomato slime and acidic juices.
Or something. The tomatoes may be scrambling my brain.