Yesterday I made green tomato pickle. I picked the last of the tomatoes from our small vegetable garden, found a recipe for green tomato pickle relish and set about producing a few jars of this delicious condiment. Today when I entered the house, I could smell the sweet remnant smells of the previous day’s cooking. The blending of tomatoes, onions, apple vinegar, sugar and spices were lingering in the air. There was a time when I’d regularly do cooking and preserving of our home grown produce, but other things has pushed this activity to the back of the queue in recent years. It was most satisfying to reconnect with such therapeutic activity. Cutting the onions and apple, blanching the tomatoes and then removing the skin, combining them in a large pot on the stove and adding copious amounts of vinegar, sugar and spices was fun. Then I found myself with the task of constant stirring over the simmering pot as the ingredients softened; the mingling aromas tickling my nose. The best thing about this spontaneous task was that I found myself involved in something that disconnected me from the computer.
In those jars I have a spread to savour and enjoy across the coming months. My father used to make green tomato pickle. I recall it well. The smell, the taste and the sight of long glass jars filled with the yummy green spread all came flooding back to me in yesterday’s little endeavour. It prompted me to make labels for the jars, such was my pleasure in this unplanned pickle project!