Tomato slop

I decided to make a tomato based beef vegetable stew with my tomatoes today...and use the rest for tomato soup. I should have known better. It's been three days since I've slept. That basket is big..I had filled it three times with tomatoes. I layed them all by the sink and washed them and blanched them in boiling water. I pulled all the skins and had a small mess. I have no counters. I know, everyone says that, but, I literally have NO counters. I have a small antique table I use like a butcher block. I call it a bitcher block, it has no wheels. After I got all the sloppy slimy tomatoes peeled I was trying to put them back in the boiling water and cut them up as I dropped them in. I had a big old crockery bowl of the things balanced on the edge of the stove. Yep. I dropped them.
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Let me just say, I am never doing this tomato thing again unless I have one of those bib aprons farm women used to wear. They wore those for a reason. Anyway, the crock bowl slipped and knocked the big pot of boiling water off and I jumped back to avoid it and I knocked the bitcher block and spilled the rest of the 60 peeled and bleeding tomatoes all over the kitchen. I just stood there and looked at it, I couldn't even work up a good cuss word. Actually, I was relieved it was over. This stupid cooking experiment. My old bowl didn't break and I'm happy about that. Fuck the rest. I have tomato seeds in places you don't want to know about. I took a pic, but, it didn't come out. Why should I expect the camera to work today?
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I threw away my clothes. I had on a new white T-shirt, my usual hangin' at home uniform, but, those are usually a one shot deal for me anyhow. I tried scraping tomato seeds off my pants, but, got tired of it and tossed them. I didn't like them that much anyway. My underwear was stained red and it got thrown away. The only thing I could save was my flip flops and bra..I hosed them. I looked in the cabinet and saw I was out of paper towels, yay, so I used three old towels and threw them away and sponge mopped the rest. Threw the mop head out. It was all over, it got the stove and under the stove, one wall, the hot water heater, the trash can, even the vacuum cleaner that was sitting out. There are tomato seed inside the coffee pot and in the shower drain. I know I'll be finding stray ones for a month.
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Ironically, steak was cheaper than stew meat, so I could have a steak for dinner, but, I'd probably burn the house down. I'm having Banquet frozen lasagna instead. Ding. I feel bad for the poor perfect tomatoes, but, in cooking and gardening there are casualties. In a few days there will be a new crop and I'll try it again, but, not until I get my Ambian. I'm going to be retarded tomorrow too...fair warning. By Tuesday, I'll be back to being just loony. Today would have been a good day for the skunk to spray me. Tomato juice works for that, you know. But, she's too nice and just wants her Friskies. Maybe it's good for your skin..and hair...and hoo ha. From now on, at the end of the month, I am sticking to gluing things on other things. The worst that's happened is, I've glued my fingers together.