My Dad used to can a bushel or two of them. They were delicious growing up. The syrup was nearly as thick as honey, an exaggeration but not by much. He did pears too, and of course stewed tomatoes. They were the basis for a great tomato sauce.

I once did pears and apples and forgot to label them. It was interesting opening them 4 months later in winter. I've never done tomatoes.

My father had no success with applesauce. Something about them that the seals would not take.