Last week, armed with my new preserving knowledge, I set off to get tomatoes. I knew it was getting late in the season. I travelled for an hour to a place full of orchards and tomato growers.
Orchard one - closed. Orchard two - Heaps of fruit, no tomatoes.
Disheartened, I asked in town. I got many leads, some of which would have taken me miles out of my way. I decided to try one lead in the direction of home. When I arrived in the heart of this tiny town, I saw a lady of about eighty walking down the street. I stopped to ask her and she pointed me in a very vague direction and assured me I could find tomatoes there.
Off I went again, this time becoming confused as to which road I should be on and even unsure which road I actually was on. Finally I found some men in a paddock so asked them. Yes, just up the road on your left. Yahoo! I pulled up and saw........... yep, tomatoes! Heaps of them pouring out of a chute into the back of a truck. I was so excited. I had begun to feel like I was searching for the Holy Grail.