An old Italian man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his Tomato garden but it was very hard work as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincenzo, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.
Dear Vincenzo – I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I am getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the garden for me. Love, Papa.
A few days later he received a letter from his son…
Dear Papa – I’d do anything for you Papa, except dig up that garden. That’s where I buried the bodies. Love, Vinnie.
At 4 am the next morning, FBI and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. The same day the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Papa – Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That’s the best I could do under the circumstances. Love, Vinnie.
Yeah, yeah, yeah… I’m hilarious.
I’ve been canning for hours… the pressure is getting to me.
I used this recipe.
Note: if you are new to this jazz, never, ever set a cold jar down into boiling water. The results may cause crying and self loathing. (Hence the broken jars above…)