by Bec H
Fans of Grease (the movie) would remember the exchange between Danny Zuko and Rizzo over milkshakes and burgers at the diner. ‘Somebody snaking you, Danny?’ Rizzo asks. ‘Oh, bite the weenie, Riz’, retorts Danny. ‘With Relish!’ comes back Rizzo. Ah, I love it!
And so to relish. I am desperately scouring my vegie patch for tomatoes that haven’t swollen and split with all the recent rain we’ve had. My bumper crop of only last year seems but a distant memory. I had the most amazing glut of tomatoes at the end of the season. I’d planted way too many – yellow pear, tigerella, tommy toes – they were all beautiful and so tasty, but I had way too many.
I don’t want to harp on about home-grown fruit and veg, but when you’ve feasted on your own tomatoes, the shop-bought varieties are such a poor second. However, you can have too much of a good thing, apparently. I had bucket-loads of them. I made tomato soup, I roasted some, we had tomato salsa until it was almost coming out of our ears, I froze zip lock freezer bags full of them, to add to casseroles and other cooked dishes. But the ‘peace to the resistance’ (as my brother would say), was my splendid tomato relish. Yes, even if I do say so myself. Continue reading