I killed a $50-bill at Soulard Market this past Saturday. Peaches. Corn. Cucumbers for pickling. A sweet roll for breakfast. Eggs from my Amish farmer vendor.
And 15 pounds of tomatoes, slightly blemished and less presentable.
The result is 5.5 quarts of crushed tomatoes, to enliven my meals and make happy my palate during the winter months.