… chutney addict.
November 1998. Nic’s new boyfriend is making her a sandwich.
‘Cheese and chutney ok?’ he asks.
‘I don’t know, can I try it first?’ she replies accepting the tiniest sample on a spoon.
Moments later G hands Nic her sandwich and Nic sheepishly hands back the several-spoons-lighter chutney jar. And so the love affair began.
G will later joke that it was Nic’s love of his Mum’s green tomato chutney and his willingness to let her have the rest of the jar that sealed the deal on their relationship.
I can’t bear eating vinegary pickles or chutneys when I’m pregnant but I love the process of making preserves and won’t be able to resist making more when the damsons are ready to pick. At least the longer you leave chutney the better it tastes and having a sore tum has helped me to focus on which chutneys I really love to eat and give away. I’ve experimented with many recipes over the years and the conclusion I’ve come to is that a vegetable I love to eat does not always transform into a chutney I’ll love. Beetroot is one such example: a soft sweet and sour chutney is quite a shock to my taste buds when I love it so much as a simply steamed or pickled root vegetable. It’s a bit like eating chilled soup or savoury pancakes – taste bud central says ‘No’!
This year I’ll be limiting my chutney making to my 3 or 4 favourites: spiced damson chutney, curried apple and carrot, spicy tomato and apple chutney if I get plenty of ripe tomatoes and green tomato chutney if I don’t.
ps. some of the other bloggers taking part in the A-Z alphabet challenge have been prolific in their choice of daily words. One story a day is enough for me but I thought I’d add a little ps. for the C’s that got away …
cat mum, cheery, content, crikey, curious, creative, considerate, conscientious, chick flicks (G’s suggestion said with a wry smile!)
(my other A-Z challenge posts are here)