The Tomato Chutney Dowry

Running out of tomato chutney is grounds for divorce in our house.

Matthew and I met in Geneva when he was working for the Australian Mission to the UN and I was working for the Brits. He had recently broken up with a long time girlfriend and I was also footloose and fancy free when a mutual friend invited us to a tramps and tarts party. When I look at the photos from that night I wonder how the chutney ever came into it. My skirt was only just long enough to be decent.

My father left the RAF after the War, to help his father run the family nursery, which he eventually took over. To earn pocket money I worked on Saturday mornings in the shop where we sold tomatoes, cucumbers and salad ingredients in summer and cut chrysanthemums and potted cyclamen in winter. Grandpa sat in the corner of the shop. He appeared to be dozing, but in fact he was watching me like a hawk. The tomatoes were weighed to order and the adding up was done in your head. Quite a challenge for an 11 year old. “You put one too many in that last pound of tomatoes. If you do that every time, you’ll put us out of business” Grandpa would say.

Dad’s mother Jessie was from Falkirk, just outside Edinburgh, and she was an excellent cook. Grandpa met her when he was in charge of the gardens at Battle Abbey in Sussex and she was running the dairy. I often wonder how a young Scottish lass ended up working nearly 500 miles away from home, but by the time I wanted to ask she had been dead for many years.

My mother grew up in Malta where her father was stationed during the War. Strict rationing meant she was never allowed to cook, in case she ruined precious ingredients. When they decided to get married, my Dad asked his future bride if she could cook. When she said no he thought she was being modest – but she wasn’t.

His mother had learned many skills from working in the dairy of a stately home, including how to make butter into swans for afternoon tea. In the early years of my parents’ marriage, my mother grew sick of hearing my father waxing lyrical about the swans. “If you want swans made of butter you’d better go back,” she used to say, teasingly. Fortunately, Nana took Mum under her wing and taught her to make a few basic recipes, so we wouldn’t starve.

Once a year Dad would bring in a couple of boxes of slightly over-ripe tomatoes and it became a ritual for the whole family to make several batches of tomato chutney using his mother’s recipe. When I got to Geneva I continued to make tomato chutney, despite living in a tiny bed-sit with only two hotplates.

Soon after we met, Matthew and I rented a ski chalet in La Clusaz for a week with a group of friends. It was self-catering so everyone brought food. As he was unpacking my box of contributions Matthew found a jar of tomato chutney. “What’s this?” he asked, so I told him. Before you could say Jack Robinson he had unscrewed the lid, eaten a spoonful and hidden the jar in one of the top cupboards. “Too good for that lot” he said “”they’ll polish it off in one sitting.”

The tomato chutney goes well with cheese, ham and other cold meats. Over the years I’ve only made two slight adjustments, using cider vinegar instead of dark malt vinegar and cutting down a bit on the sugar and salt. It’s crucial to use vine-ripened, very red, tasty tomatoes. The hard, orange, tasteless ones you buy in supermarkets in winter will produce a very mediocre chutney.

Matthew and I met in October and married the following May – quick work, especially since he left Geneva in early January, having come to the end of his posting. He returned in May to get married, having discovered he couldn’t live without me – or was it the chutney?

Tomato chutney with cheddar cheese on crusty sourdough bread

Tomato Chutney

3 kg ripe tomatoes
1 kg peeled green apples (see note below)
500g peeled onions
500g seedless raisins
750g dark brown sugar
4 tsp salt
600 ml cider vinegar
2 rounded Tbs pickling spices (see recipe below)
4 Tbs whole yellow mustard seeds

You will need a large preserving pan with a heavy base for this recipe. Mine is stainless steel and has a diameter of 33cm and a height of 15cm. It holds about 7 litres. Alternatively make half the recipe in a large heavy-based saucepan.

Pour boiling water over tomatoes and leave for a couple of minutes, then remove skins and chop. Core and chop the apples and chop the onions. Place pickling spices in a muslin bag or tie them in an old cotton handkerchief. Place all ingredients except mustard seeds in preserving pan.

Cook for about an hour at a steady boil, until thick. Stir regularly to prevent sticking, especially towards the end. Meanwhile place sufficient clean jars (without their lids) in the oven set to 120°C. Or you can zap them in the microwave on High for 2 minutes. How many jars you use will depend on the size of the jars.

When chutney is cooked remove pickling spices, squeezing the bag so any juices go back into the chutney, then discard the spices. Stir in mustard seeds and pour into the hot sterilized jars using a small jug. Poke a knife down right to the bottom of each jar, all the way around the edge, to remove any air bubbles. Seal jars with the lids and store in a dark cupboard. Keeps for at least 12 months.

Note: Apples which go mushy when cooked, such as English Bramleys, are best, but they are hard to find in Australia. We’ve planted a tree and should get our first crop in a year or two. Alternatively use Granny Smiths, although the apples will stay in pieces when cooked. Sultanas can be used instead of raisins, but they are not quite as nice.

Makes 6-8 standard jam jars

Pickling Spices

1 tsp whole cloves (1 Tbs)
2 Tbs broken up cinnamon sticks (8 Tbs)
2 Tbs dried bay leaves, broken up (8 Tbs)
1 Tbs whole black peppercorns (4 Tbs)
2 tsp crushed dried birds-eye chillies (2 Tbs)
2 Tbs whole pimento (allspice) (8 Tbs)
2 tsp fennel seeds (2 Tbs)

Mix and keep in a jar. If the cinnamon sticks are very hard you may need to hit them with a meat mallet to break them up. I usually make 4 times the recipe at a time for which quantities are in brackets. Pimento (also known as Allspice) look like very large black peppercorns.

13 thoughts on “The Tomato Chutney Dowry

  1. Thanks so much for this recipe – I absolutely love it!
    It brings fond memories of sleepovers in Santiago… I would also agree it contributed to my friendship with C… hee hee!
    ;o) I kept on coming over for the chutney!! LOL

  2. I have to say I’m enjoying the longer stories that go with the recipes. Thanks.

  3. I haven’t made chutney for a long, long time, but if this one was irresistible enough to get a man to the altar I’ll certainly be getting the big pot out from the back of the cupboard very soon!

  4. Espectacular tu tomatoes chutney, el mejor de todos los que he probado, una vez mas felicitaciones y gracias por darnos este agrado

  5. No he hecho nunca un chutney pero este si que me motiva por lo tanto manos a la obra, que es el preferido de mi marido!

  6. Linda, este es muy parecido al que hacía mi madre que yo nunca hice, pero mejor, como siempre sucede con tus recetas , así es que he hecho varios frascos para todo el verano ya que además los tomates aqui en España son muy buenos

  7. Have planted several tomatoes this year so am looking forward to making this. Having read the story, perhaps you should call it ‘Love in a Jar’!

  8. I dont do much of the cooking around here – but I do cook food that is not about survival – pickles and dessert!! So this is very tempting. xx

  9. I like your food narratives very much and your recipes as well. The way you present your recipes is very inspirational and makes me want to try it all!! You are indeed a great cook.

  10. I love your articles and stories about the recipes, no doubt you have a passion for writing as well as cooking!

  11. Lindita linda,

    What a great recipe, but the story tops it ! Love it and agree with Maggie that it should be called “Love in a Jar” and you should make it and sell it. How about that for a possible name for your book ?

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