Had to do an experiment today. THE experiment, the one that was the only reason for growing gooseberries on the plot. The experiment, that is gooseberry pickle. Amlar Achar, as it is know. Now, whilst I have a bollywood ma and pops, that doesn’t mean I know anything about Indian food and preserving. Ordinarily, I grow the produce, Ma then makes it all Indian. Today, I made the produce Indian. Searched a relatively easy to follow recipe, raided her pantry. Mustard oil, onion seeds, even the asafoteda, and that stuff honks half way to hell; it is that potent.
I have never made an indian pickle. I once asked my granny-Mum’s mum- and she gave me a recipe, taught me how to do it, but this was the first time flying solo.
The whole thing was concocted. I have learned to do chutney, and practice for that is straight forward.
I walked away from the saucepan, in something of a strop. I didn’t recognise the substance, it didn’t look like a pickle to me. But I wasn’t looking at it from the Indian perspective.
Still made Dad taste a teaspoon. And Mum tasted it with her dinner.
They are both okay. The Jar is still there.
Having left the jar, and trying to get rid of the sulk; I went to water the plot. It’s a bit hot outside, so bit necessary. Then there is the poly tunnel; the contents need regular watering. Spotted, was a bright red cayenne. I have struggled to get chillies red in the poly. This is only the second time that this has happened. There are also the tiniest of yellow courgettes, which is nice to see.
The next nice part, was the roses.
Slap bang in the middle, is a rose called Blue moon.
Yes, it’s pink.
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Awesome update thank you for sharing I still learning how to make chutney I know Jam but not chutney have a blessed day
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