Catsup, Ketchup, Cat's Sup.

OK, more like Peter's actually.

Peter is the real catsup fan in the house. I like it on the really skinny, bad-for-you kind of french fries that I shouldn't be eating anyway, but Peter likes it on lots of things.

And we ran out of our last pre-plastic fast bottle a week before last--just at the start of cookout season. What fun is a portobello burger with no catsup? Alas, I am no longer able to find it locally in a glass container.

Happily, there are lots of recipes online. Here's the one I used... though I chose it mostly from convenience, because it used (or I felt comfortable substituting) ingredients I already had on hand. It was very easy to make, and I understand that some cooks, who really like to save money, make an even simpler version than this, with nothing but tomato, water, vinegar, salt and sugar.

Cat's Catsup

1 can of tomato paste (I chose organic)
1/4 cup apple juice
1/4 cup sugar
1 T. molasses
1/2 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. good quality curry powder
1/4 tsp. cinnamon
1/8 tsp. cloves
2 T. vinegar

Mix together ingredients. Adjust liquid and/or vinegar as needed for your preferred taste/consistency.

Refrigerate.

And for my next trick? I'm thinking of trying to make some black raspberry jam. Not that it will save plastic, exactly, but there's this one bush that's producing cup after cup of them. And preserving and eating food from our own back yard... well, I certainly can't complain about the food miles!

Photo credit: Yohan euan 04, at "Ketchup" at World News

Comments

Ali said…

We're thinking of doing the same with the mulberry tree that's hanging over the driveway from the neighbor's yard. Especially because of the new folks who just moved in and want to cut it back/down to save the hassle of all its berries getting squished and attracting flies.... Bet they'd think twice if they had some delicious MULBERRY JAM SANDWICHES!!! :)

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