Not quite twenty years ago, we happened to look into an old book of handwritten recipes belonging to my mother-in-law. On Labor Day weekend, we bought a big box

Not quite twenty years ago, we happened to look into an old book of handwritten recipes belonging to my mother-in-law. On Labor Day weekend, we bought a big box of "seconds" tomatoes from a local farm stand, and spent the weekend cooking them down and making ketchup. We did the same the next summer; then we bought a fixer-upper house, and for some years had no lazy long weekends. It was good ketchup, though our son (mid-teens) preferred the store-bought product. All it takes is time, which I suspect is at something of a premium among the HN crowd.