My kitchen is full of green tomatoes, rescued from the greenhouse just ahead of an attack of blight. Sadly, we’re not very creative with the way we use them in this country. My mother’s chutney recipe is the best I’ve eaten but there are only so many cheese and chutney sarnies and cold cuts you can eat in a year. So I’ve been looking further afield for inspiration. Continue reading
The woodshed is full for the winter and with the hours of daylight shortening, we’ve been clearing the last of the summer fruit and veg from the greenhouse and garden. It’s chutney time. Continue reading
My mum got this recipe from an old wartime cookery pamphlet and made it all her married life.
I still have the tattered booklet, spotted with age and ingredients and annotated with my mother’s alterations to the original recipe. Continue reading