Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Autumn pleasures

I've been planting, picking, preserving and pickling with the zeal of peter piper. It's a Pickering family thing, we like our food like our humour, home grown and tart! My maternal grandparents pantry was an open invitation of jars, with no holds barred. I remember my sister eating lemon curd from the jar with a spoon (her favourite). And her day-glo vomit.
I remember the finesse required to make and eat a pickled red cabbage and salted peanut sandwich (my favourite). Press the peanuts into the soft white belly of a door stopper crust, pile on the cabbage, indent the lid (also a crust), put it on top, roll up your sleeves, put your elbows in a bowl and enjoy!
Anarchic grandparental feeding practices aside, i have always wondered if our Pickering preference for pickles was genetic. Perhaps we have a tendency to low sodium which we unconsciously corrected by scarfing pickled onions by the jar in preference to popcorn when watching a movie (my mother). More probably it was the copious cigarette smoking of previous generations which necessitated a strong flavoured food to remind the damaged taste buds that flavour exists.
Either way, whilst i no longer eat oxo cubes or rhubarb raw (we begged for them like most kids do for sweets) and now channel my thirst for the tart through the more sophisticated route of a weekly ploughmans lunch, it's such an essential part of my identity that, in addition to annual bouts of preserving mania (we have a years supply of jam, passata, pickled onions and tomato relish so far) i was determined to indoctrinate Claud to the 'way of the pickle' early. A baby-led-weaning child she first ate a pickle, a gherkin, aged 8 months, and she ate it with relish i'm very proud to report. Now, aged two, if you ask her what she'd like to eat she invariably shrieks "OLIVES" before having to settle for what ever is on the menu that day. Yep, she's a Pickering (if not in name) hurrah!
Anyhow, this was meant to be a brief post to say as most of the produce in my garden is now in a jar i'll be back to normal blogging frequency soon. Sooner still if someone can suggest a way to preserve cucumbers or grapes?

11 comments:

  1. What a fabulously funny and evocative piece of writing! I'm delighted to hear about the Pickling Pickerings and their traditions! And well done to Claud for her gherkin and olive-loving ways - my kids are useless with anything like that. But I LOVE a pickle - yummy! xxxxx

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  2. Wow a years worth of all those yummy preserves. How rewarding it must be to have cupboards full of produce to enjoy all year round. x

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  3. Grape juice!!!
    yummmmm lived on the stuff while I was pregnant, and yeah most I know don't like the home-made version because it is so tart :)
    Cool as write.
    Haven't popped by for awhile but it is nice to catch up and your blog has gone all pro looking!?!

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    1. Great idea widge! The new look is just a button click on the 'dynamic view' option in blogger settings cause my original photo went funny and i couldn't get it right.

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  4. Two words - Bread and Butter Pickle !! this should see your cucumbers dealt to. Great for eating with a little butter on a Snax cracker, cup of tea in hand while doing the crossword - at least that's how my grandparents served it. Alas, no help on the grapes. I tried grape jelly,but just ended up with fragrant, tasteless sugary purple gloop.

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  5. Yes Pickled Cucumbers = Yum!
    and we used to make grape juice from the grapes. It was delicious. Pick all the grapes off the stems and bring to the boil in water. Simmer till cooked then put through the mouli. Add sugar to taste. We used to freeze it, but you could bottle it too. Extremely good for you I think

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    1. Thanks deb that saves me a google session x

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  6. Fun blog! I'm loving your dollhouse posts so much! I'm so glad I found your blog today--I'm follower #88! :-) Jennifer

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  7. I can ask my folks for their cucumber pickle recipe - or is it courgettes? Hmm, I'll check. My family also pickle mad (though not the husband sadly, I have been banned from ever again making chutney after I made the whole house stink of runner beans boiling in vinegar!), my parents had a cupboard where they stored all the preserves (the pickle cupboard) and it became infused with a very strange smell in the end! Luckily my boys love gerkins and 'olibs', as the little one calls them.

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  8. How satisfying to get your produce into jars. They look very colourful.

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