A long day's work, but they loved it.
Geraldine and Margaret canned Chili Sauce every fall. We knew the day because when we came home from school, the distinct aroma of tomatoes, onion, and red bell pepper were in the air a few house away from ours, and there would always be many flies on the back screen door drunk from the aroma and dying to get in. No way. I always loved seeing the pretty pink foam in the top of the truly enormous porcelain cooker as the sauce cooked and the big spice bag that never sank. This stuff was delicious and took a bushel of tomatoes and a peck each of onions and red peppers, all ground raw in the aluminum crank grinder. The color of the finished product was one of richest reds you'd ever see.
Other tomatoes would be in the less deep of the two enamel sinks in the basement floating in just boiled water waiting their turn for a skinning. We were all invited to help, but it was mainly me. Gee, I wonder why? LOL. The coolest part was the hush in the evening every time we'd hear a lid make its distinctive pop, indicating the seal was true and good to go.
This was the most delicious condiment I've ever known in my life. Best on eggs of any style, roast beef hash, char-grilled hot dogs, and as an ingredient in homemade Russian dressing. In a good year, they'd make two batches and it would last all through the long northern winter.
They also canned fresh peaches, and once you've had them, nothing in the store ever comes close, no matter what you try. One of my favorite breakfast treats as a kid was peanut butter whole wheat toast, and a bowl of these glorious peach halves. I would put in a spoonful of peaches after taking a bite of the toast, and chew them together. Heaven came into my mouth. Ah, what intense sensory memories !