Ahhhhhh I miss those days. My father-in-law, in late summer, early fall would collect tomatoes. From his garden, and friends we would have bushels and bushels of tomatoes. He'd pick a weekend and we would get together washing and quartering tomatoes. Then he would run them through an old meat grinder he had hooked to an old washing machine motor. The juice would come out one side and pour into 5 gal pails and the seeds and skins would come out the other to be thrown back into the garden as compose for next year. The pails were salted and stored in a big refrigerator that we took all the shelves out of, just room for stacks of pails of tomatoes.
Over the next couple of weeks his house smelled amazing as he turned all those tomatoes into the best spaghetti sauce in the world. He would fill those canning jars with both meat or meatless sauce (wife hates sauce with meat in it) and he would line the shelves in the "wine cellar" (a small dug out section under the rear of the house), and we would have sauce for months and months. Worth digging out the door in the winter to get some for supper.
We lost him in 2001 and I havent had a good spaghetti sauce since.
