This is not the time of year to make this, as really the idea is to use the glut of home grown veg in the summer and eat this in the autumn and winter. However, we both want to eat this in the summer. It needs six weeks in the Jar before opening for the flavours to work.
Its just one of those relishes that always seems either slightly odd tasting, or mushy when bought from the supermarket. We both enjoy this with cold meat, in a sandwich, or nestling beside a pork pie!
It also makes a great little gift. You can add more mustard powder and get it scaldingly hot, or keep it mild when you make it yourself.
Update. I made the piccalilli this afternoon. You only learn by doing! I followed the recipe, but added a jar of silver skin onions, and my husband's idea of putting in some baby cornichans. This meant I was a bit short on Sauce! I should have just put in the last 6oz of vinager I had to lengthen it, but was a bit flustered and didn't think of it until after.
I had great memories this afternoon of my Mother making endless jars of pickles when I was a child. Feeding five sporty, hungry children was no mean feat on a tight budget. This was just how things were done when I was a child. My mother was a very intelligent, creative person. She was a housewife, with a keen political mind. She even stood on local council for a few years. It is lovely to do something like this to bring back long forgotten days.
Its just one of those relishes that always seems either slightly odd tasting, or mushy when bought from the supermarket. We both enjoy this with cold meat, in a sandwich, or nestling beside a pork pie!
It also makes a great little gift. You can add more mustard powder and get it scaldingly hot, or keep it mild when you make it yourself.
Update. I made the piccalilli this afternoon. You only learn by doing! I followed the recipe, but added a jar of silver skin onions, and my husband's idea of putting in some baby cornichans. This meant I was a bit short on Sauce! I should have just put in the last 6oz of vinager I had to lengthen it, but was a bit flustered and didn't think of it until after.
I had great memories this afternoon of my Mother making endless jars of pickles when I was a child. Feeding five sporty, hungry children was no mean feat on a tight budget. This was just how things were done when I was a child. My mother was a very intelligent, creative person. She was a housewife, with a keen political mind. She even stood on local council for a few years. It is lovely to do something like this to bring back long forgotten days.
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