I found a bottle of what looked like home-canned garlic tomatillo salsa at the store a couple of weeks ago. It was in a quart-sized Mason jar with a raffia bow and a simple hang-tag for a label. I knew what I’d use it for when I bought it; I’ve just been waiting for the craving. And tonight, it came. Perfect timing, too, as our yellow pear and Cherokee purple heirloom tomatoes are finally coming in (very late in the year) and I had my favorite brand of tortillas in the fridge.