The Farmer & His Wife
John Taylor tries out a “Friend” recipe.
LONG ago, before we were married, Anne and her mother used to spend every Thursday afternoon baking for the many mouths to feed.
One Thursday evening, for a reason I can’t now remember, I called by there. Anne looked quite surprised to see me standing at their back door, but she asked me in anyway.
The thing I do remember about that evening is the aroma that surrounded me as I went into their kitchen. It was mouth-watering.
What sparked off that reminiscence is this. One Saturday evening a few weeks ago, our kitchen on the Riggin was filled with an aroma of a different kind, but every bit as appetising. It was a spicy smell, full of Eastern promise.
As you already know, I rather like my food, and I am particularly partial to cold beef, lamb or pork, as long as there’s some sort of pickle to go with it.
A day before, I had been flicking through one of Anne’s old copies of “The People’s Friend” magazine and had come across a feature on pickling vegetables. The illustration of the pickled celery was especially mouthwatering, a lovely goldenbrown colour.
I didn’t say anything to Anne, but I had a look in her store cupboard to see if we had everything in there that the recipe required.
Answer: green and red peppers and mustard seeds were needed. These items I bought in St Andrews the next day.
“John Taylor, whatever are you expecting to do with those?” Anne asked suspiciously when I emptied my purchases on the kitchen table.
“Make pickled celery.”
She just laughed.
That Saturday night I got out the chopping board.
Anne decided to take an interest and spent the evening looking over my shoulder, making sure I did everything right.
“Your celery’s stringy. Forget the times it says there and keep boiling.”
I did as I was told. The colour was exactly the same golden brown as in the magazine, thanks, Anne said, to the turmeric.
So, as I say, it smelled wonderful, and really appetising.
But how it tasted, I’m sorry to say, I can’t tell you yet. Anne says it has to sit for three months!
I’ll keep you posted.