Auntie Nell’s Chutney

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Back when I was going to England, I met Jeremy’s Auntie Nell. If I recall correctly, she was his maternal grandmother’s sister. Both she and her sister ( I only knew her as Grandma White) were midwives in their youth. Hmm, maybe I should finish watching, Call the Midwife on PBS — I’d not really connected the two. I think they both, or only one of them received an honor from the Queen for their accomplishments.

Auntie Nell is on the left in this photo. Her sister is on the far right.

Auntie Nell, Granddad White, Auntie Ella, Jeremy, Grandma White

Anyway, I must have really liked chutney in England and Jeremy carefully wrote out his Auntie Nell’s Chutney recipe. Or perhaps they served me Branston Pickle and it was not something one could easily find in the US. Sad to say I have not yet made it.

Auntie Nell’s Chutney

  • 6 lb cooking apples, peeled, cored and sliced
  • 1.5 lb onions, chopped finely
  • .75 lb sultanas (raisins)
  • .75 lb red-skinned potatoes
  • .75 lb green-skinned tomatoes (can use all red if green not available
  • 3 tablespoons salt
  • 1 pint vinegar
  • 3 lb soft brown sugar (half light, half dark)
  • bag mixed pickling spices, peppers, and root ginger

Mix apples, onions, sultanas, tomatoes, and salt together. Boil the vinegar in a large pan and add the soft brown sugar. Stir continually until boiling, then add the apples, onions, etc. keeping simmering. Put in the bag of mixed pickling spices, peppers, and root ginger.

Simmer the chutney for about 2 hours until all the ingredients are absorbed and it is thick and brown, stirring. Take the spice bag out after about half an hour. Add more sugar and salt if necessary after tasting. If the mixture is dry, add more vinegar

Hmm, I am going to have to consult Jeremy about some of this. I don’t understand what the peppers are — black peppercorns?

Stay tuned, I will make this and report back. Perhaps when we have green tomatoes on our plants.

Mom’s Artwork::Exhibit 13: Rickshaw Driver

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This image of a man in (Vietnam?) hung in the living room of my childhood home. I think it was Vietnam because the war was in full swing at the time and the magazines were printing photos of people there. Like the Woman at Night, mom probably found a photo and painted it. Again, it was unusual that a small town white family in the midwest would have a painting of an Asian person on their wall, especially if he were Vietnamese. I cannot imagine my cousin, Harold, would have been happy. I liked it though.

I always through he looked like a family friend:

This painting, like the Woman at Night, will go into storage since there is nowhere to hang it here.

Mom’s Artwork::Exhibit 12: Portrait of a Woman at Night

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Sometime before Christmas 1969 my mom painted the portrait of an African American woman standing under a street lamp at night. I am pretty sure she found a photo in Life or Look Magazine and made a painting of it. She was always looking through magazines and cutting out interesting photos. She had at least one file cabinet full of clippings and magazines.

This painting hung on the wall near the front door for a few years. I was proud of mom for this painting. At the time I thought it was well done, plus it was of someone that didn’t look like us. I think she captured something in the woman’s expression. Is she sad? Angry? Tired?

I was proud that our home displayed a painting of an African American woman.

This was painted during the civil unrest of the late 1960s — possibly in 1968 even where there were riots even in our hometown after Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s assassination.

I wish I had available wall space to hang this painting, but the walls in the attic are too low. I’ll store it and let Andrew and Clare decide its fate.