Preserving tomatoes in Sicily doesn’t have to be a laborious task and during the summer my entire house begins to smell of tomatoes and basil. It’s not the fresh, green scent of vines warming in the morning sun, but the rich, sweet aroma that drifts through every room as pots simmer gently for hours on the stove. It clings to the curtains, escapes through open windows, and lingers long after the last jar has been sealed. It is the smell of preserving the harvest, of putting summer away for another season. This year has been one of my best tomato harvests yet. I planted several different varieties, each with its…