My uncle has what is known in "The Biz" as a "metric crap ton" of tomato plants (maybe a quarter acre or so), and he recently "gifted" us (or more like "assaulted" us) with a five gallon bucket of tomatoes. Does he know that we have our own garden? Yes. Does he care that we have our own garden? No.
But, as the old saying goes, when life gives you a surplus of tomatoes, you cook 'em down into condensed awesomesauce!
That's 5 jars of homemade ketchup, or catsup, I suppose ('sup, cat?) and 5 jars of homemade barbeque sauce. All canned up proper and ready to sustain us in case the zombie uprising happens this winter!