Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Wednesday, 13 December 2017
Two years ago, my mother-in-law decided to do chutney. I don't know if she makes them still, but anyway, she decided to prepare two jars of chutney for us, one was tomato, onion and something, I think grapes or raisin, the other was an apple chutney, which tasted just as good as it looked and I was so impressed that I took a picture of the apple one, thinking to blog about it later. It took me two years and a Facebook Memory to remind me that I had not done it yet. I felt really spoiled. Not that I am a particular fan of chutney, but I do like it sometimes with a roast or with cheese, and this one was really, really good. And home made. I just find admirable all the craft and patience needed to do anything homemade and touching that she thought of spoiling us like that. For all these reasons, this chutney deserved a post. It was long overdue.