Jarred Sauce is Just Stupid.

Despite living in Nassau County for nearly a decade, there is a lot about the Countess that is decidedly un-Nassau County. These include the following;

• She's a Lutheran.
• The only person in her house who owns a pair of Uggs is the Count, and those are slippers.
• She's never had French tips.
• No one in her house wears a chain made of gold, same goes with ankle bracelets.
• She does not, and will never, consider "yous" a pronoun.

But today the Countess tapped into her inner-South Shore more than she ever imagined possible.  Today while braving the traffic and the throngs to go pumpkin picking out east, she purchased, wait for it, a bushel of tomatoes.

Why?  What could one possibly do with four to five dozen tomatoes?

Like her South Shore Sisters have done for generations, she will blanch them.  She will peel them.  She will freeze them with a single leaf of basil.  And then my ladies she will make sauce upon sauce with them the likes of which the Gods will do battle over.

Because here in the South Shore, as one of Countess' posse put it, "jarred sauce is just stupid".