Recipe Shed: Chutneys and Preserves

There's a lingering aroma in this house, and it's permeating through the cables tethering us to the outer world, finding it's way through the timeline of many a twit and combining with other bloggers' fragrances.

No, it's not the latest parfum. It's a far more consuming smell than that.

Vinegar.

Of course, there are the variants: red wine, white wine, balsamic, malt and pickling, but they all have the one purpose. To preserve our chosen fruit or vegetable, creating a mouth-watering chutney that needs to be given time to mature and reach its full-bodied flavour.

I've been like a woman possessed recently. Never having made a chutney before, I've been having a go at a few different types, experimenting with and altering recipes that I've found. Noting changes down in my recipe folder, splashing it with spices and caramelised onions for that added authenticity.

But I'm not the only one. My timeline (and inbox) is full of others who've been taken with the preserving passion, and so I said to Reluctant Housedad last week that he ought to do it as a theme one week for his successful Recipe Shed linky. After the tumbleweed had finally settled, he kindly told me that it wasn't 'his bag' (because we are in the '70s) and offered for me to host the Recipe Shed this week while he visits family for half-term. I jumped at the chance!

So here you have it, for one week only:

TheBoyandMe hosts the Recipe Shed!

Caramelised Red Onion Chutney

Ingredients

  • 8 red onions
  • 1 red chilli
  • 25ml olive oil
  • 200g brown sugar
  • 150ml balsamic vinegar
  • 150ml red wine vinegar

1. Cut the onion and chilli into short thin slivers and put into a heavy pan with the oil. Cook gently over a low heat for 30 minutes, stirring occasionally.

2. Once the onions are dark and sticky, add the sugar and vinegars. Cook on a high heat until bubbling (usually about 30 minutes), then turn the gas down to simmering for a further hour. It will be ready when drawing a wooden spoon through the mixtures leaves a channel behind that doesn't immediately fill with liquid or juices.

3. Immediately, spoon the chutney into sterilised jars, filling almost to the top of the jar.

4. While still piping hot, press a wax disc down on the mixture (wax side down) ensuring that it has been pushed against it fully with no air bubbles. Wet a cellophane circle (especially for preserving) on one side and place over the hot jar, damp side up. Pull it tight and use a tight elastic band around the neck. As the mixture cools, the damp cellophane will be pulled even more taut making it airtight and preventing the nasty bacteria from multiplying. Store for 2-3 months to allow the chutney to mature.

Or if you have some spare that doesn't fit into the bottles, spread it on cream crackers with some mature cheddar and enjoy as a late-night snack.

I've been making quite a few batches of different flavoured chutneys recently, with the intention of giving them for Christmas presents. I've bought some little wooden tags from ebay and am using them to label.

I'd be happy with that, wouldn't you?

Both Reluctant Housedad and I would love it if you would link up to our Chutneys and Preserves linky using the linky tools below. With his permission, I've adapted the code for the badge for this week only so that when it's added to your post, it comes back to this main page.

Next week, he's reclaiming his Recipe Shed where the theme will be Vegetarian in honour of me (I like to think!).

Recipe Shed

A Crumpled Piece of Paper

The leaves are falling from the trees, the rain is pitter-pattering more heavily, and the nights are drawing in which means only one thing: it's coming up to that time of year again. Mr. TheBoyandMe knows it as well, I can sense him twitching.

No, not Christmas! Something else has to happen first before the festivities for baby Jesus and Father Christmas.

And woe betide Mr. TheBoyandMe if he gets it wrong.

Which is why he carries a note around in his wallet: akito roses, white spiky chrysanthemums, eucalyptus leaves, purple lisianthus. The piece of paper has become faded and ripped around the corners, but it's there and has been since the first time. Since our first anniversary. Years later however, it's looking a little battered.

Yet every year in mid-November he toddles off one lunchtime to one of the many florists in Cardiff to do his husbandly duty. He will ask for the flowers on his crumpled bit of paper and insist on only those flowers in them, not to be fobbed off with a cheaper white rose or normal chrysanthemums, they must be those and despite the akito roses having to be ordered in, he will be presented with a beautiful bouquet of flowers to pass on to me, his adoring wife.

As you may have twigged, in just under a month's time, Mr. TheBoyandMe and I will be celebrating our tenth wedding anniversary. Tin! (There's exciting hey? I bought my sister some cooking tins for hers, hope she reciprocates, mine are looking a bit battered)

We were fresh-faced and had everything in front of us on that cold day in November 2001. I was just 24 and he was 26, and we had a small but cosy wedding. It cost £4,500. How many people could put together a wedding nowadays for that? We didn't scrimp on anything; I had a raw silk and lace wedding dress made for me, a vintage Rolls-Royce took me to the fairytale castle aside the wooded mountain overlooking Cardiff, there was a three-course meal in a top-Cardiff hotel (for £17.50 a head! McDonald's would charge that nowadays if you mention the word wedding alongside cheese-burger) and we stayed in the five-star Rocco Forte hotel that night. In the same suite that Robbie Williams had stayed in, but not at the same time (we had a television when we stayed there, his was removed because he'd previously thrown it into the bay).

This was my wedding bouquet:

I loved those flowers, even though they were heavy as anything, and was devastated when they died. They lasted a fortnight which just goes to show the freshness of flowers that come from a company like Interflora. Mr. TheBoyandMe knows how upset I was when they withered, which is why he makes such an effort to always get the same types.

Ten years on, and times have changed. We may not have much disposable income for regular flowers, but I can guarantee that by the end of November there will be a beautiful bouquet of flowers in the living room.

And the crumpled piece of paper will be back in Mr. TheBoyandMe's wallet, safe until next year.

The words and sentiments are my own and honest. The crumpled piece of paper is genuine; it's looking past its best-before.

The Gallery: Faces

That Sticky-Fingered minx Tara has done it again! Yet another theme to fox and baffle me:

I adore some of the portrait shots on there (Pinterest) – kids, grandparents, families, friends, strangers. People whose faces are steeped in history or children whose faces show potential and a lifetime ahead of them.

So this week's theme is simply: Faces.

And the reason it baffled me is because my photos for 'Inspiration' were photos of The Boy's face, grrr!

So for most of the day I've struggled, I've seen a few posts here and there and thought "oh, I wish I'd come up with that take!"and in all honesty I've been gutted that I couldn't think of some photos to use. I post so many every week with my 365 project that any I could use would have been seen before.

However, I've just been synching the iPod and came across some classics from my treasure pot. The Boy is rather fond of the front-facing lens on the camera function, and this is what I'll often find on there if he's been left alone with it:

It always makes me chuckle to look through the camera roll and see 4o-odd shots nearly all the same but with a changing facial expression, normally him laughing as he's realising what he's doing!

So I asked him to pull some different faces for me, and this is the result:

Which expressions do you think he's pretending to show?

Pop over to The Gallery and check out the other entries by pressing this widgetty doo-dah thingymajig:

'App-y Talking Talking, 'App-y Talk

A contrived title I know, but you'll soon see why.

When The Boy was about 16 months old I gave him the iPod Touch to play with one day. Just a simple bubble-popping app (see? Makes sense now doesn't it?) but he soon understood what he had to do and from then on in I was finding apps ever couple of days for him to play. I always loaded these for him. Invariably I would get frustrated as hell when he would then press the 'home' button, thereby cancelling the game and resulting in him grunting at me and calling 'Mummy, help!'

Less than two months later, I was sitting at the dining table fussing with something (probably twitter) while The Boy played at my feet. I glanced down to check he was ok and found him pressing the 'home' button yet again. I sighed and went to reach down before I stopped sharply. He was switching between screens to find 'his' apps and loading the games that he wanted to play. Completely independently.

Since then he's gone from strength to strength, through the apps on the iPod he's learnt various shapes that I wouldn't have thought to have taught him yet (diamond and hexagon!), colours, recognition of (some) numbers, let alone the matching skills and logical development. It now means that I'm constantly on the look-out for new and engaging apps to further his understanding and development.

We've been asked to review two, and I was only too pleased to accept the offer.

My First JCB

This is a lovely little app, perfect for most boys. There are a number of different games that can be played:

The vast majority of the games are easy enough and The Boy barely needed any input aside from with the 'sorting' and 'memory'. The 'racing' and 'action' games are too hard for him at present. However, The Boy liked playing the jigsaws, matching, dot-dot, painting, etc.

It helps though if your little ones know what a JCB or a digger is because various games within the app focus on things like a bucket, mixer, scoop etc. This app is suitable for 2year olds+, definitely pre-schoolers.

My First JCB is available from iTunes for £1.49 (limited offer)

Postman Pat SDS

This is a little more complicated than the JCB app and would be more suitable for children aged four or over. There are a variety of different games that can be played, with each game having three different levels: easy, medium and hard.

The Boy struggled with most of these games, as they require a little bit more manual dexterity than he has, with quicker reflexes. Out of the eight, he could do two: Thompson Farm and Pencaster Trains.

While the images are bright and attractive, the animation mostly slick and clever, it can't disguise from the fact that it's too hard for it's target market. With an introductory screen for each game that has a paragraph of small writing on it, not many pre-schoolers would be able to play this without assistance. Definitely for the older child.

Postman Pat SDS is available from iTunes for £1.99

I was provided with free download codes for these apps for the purpose of this review. My opinion, and that of The Boy, are honest and unbiased.

Competition: Fatherhood (The Essential Guide)

A book about being a dad? Well, seeing as though I'm a mum, I've drafted in help.

"When the Boy's Mummy was expecting the Boy, my first stop in any bookshop was the parenting section. Row after row of books about how to be an ideal mother, what mothers should be doing, the truth about motherhood and then squeezed into the end… a couple of books on what being a father is like.

Invariably, those books would also be of the humourous type, full of amusing stories. That's all well and good, but often new dads (and potential dads) do also need more practical advice: how to support the new mother, what your employment and leave rights are, even details on claiming tax credits.

It's into that niche that Tim Atkinson's "Fatherhood: The Essential Guide" fits. The book is broken up into eight chapters that cover individual stages from planning a family up to the baby's third year, including the initial important bits like how to change a nappy (Mrs. TheBoyandMe didn't have the willpower to show me for two weeks which meant she did every change) and registering the birth (or you incur a fine!). There is a wealth of other important practical information on financial help and legal entitlements.

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Music As Therapy

One of my favourite bloggers, who just happens to be one of my best mates, wrote the other day how she used Music as Therapy. How she listened to it as a 'drug' of choice before her little AddyWoo was born, and how it can cut through all the crap and get straight to the core of her being.

And so the inordinately amazing MammyWoo (did you know by the way that she is not only MAD New Blog of the Year winner, but also one of the Guardian's Hottest Five New Bloggers. Not as in saucy, although she is rather, but as in fresh & new!) has requested that I identify three songs that get to me. The three songs that can epitomise my mood or change how I'm feeling within three minutes and four seconds. I don't get a chance to listen to my music nowadays very often, The Boy prefers Zingzillas.

They're not very cool, in fact probably far from it. However these three songs really get to me, and into me. I listen to these, without interruption and they get right into my core. Unlike MammyWoo, these songs aren't all about the lyrics, they are about the music, the crescendo, the kick-arse 'sod you' in them.

Daniel Powter: Had a Bad Day

This one is the song that gets put on the car CD-player when I roll out of school. It used to get played a lot before I was pregnant, now I don't have time to find the track because I just want to get home to my son; he has the same effect.

These are the lyrics that get me:

You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces everytime and I don't need no carryin' on

or these…

You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day, the camera don't lie

and these…

Well, you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say

Kenny Loggins: "Footloose"

This song gets my feet going every time and raises my mood probably above every other song. My husband knows that he mustn't make a sound when it's on, and just let Mr. Loggins do his work.

I've got this feeling
That time's just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town
Tonight I gotta cut loose

and I love these too

And you're playing so cool
Obeying every rule
I dig a way down in your heart
You're burning, yearning for some

Somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try
You can fly if you'd only cut loose

Oh, they're going! The feet are moving!

And here it is, my final song. It's so completely uncool that I think it is cool just by default. Who doesn't love a spot of Babs?

Barbra Streisand: "Rain on my Parade"

Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to fly, I simply got to
If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you
Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade?

So there you go, my three songs that get me going, that help me kick-arse and feel like I can do this and don't need to listen to anyone else who wants to make me feel rubbish!

Can you tell I'm down in the doldrums at the moment?

And so I now tag these bloggers to share their top three Music As Therapy songs:

  1. The Crazy Kitchen
  2. Mummy Mishaps
  3. The Real Housewife of Suffolk County
  4. SAHD and Proud
  5. Reluctant Housedad
  6. The Moiderer (she'll never do it)
  7. MotherVenting
  8. Diary of a Lagos Mum
  9. Multiple Mummy
  10. NotMyYearOff

Go on, have a go!

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