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Waste Not Want Not

 . . as my mother used to say! That was an observation generally associated with assorted bits of fat and gristle sitting uneaten amid congealed Bisto gravy on my plate as I stubbornly refused to answer or comply. Mother lacked my stamina and suffered from acute arthritis so a clout around the ear hurt her more than it hurt me! I’d get away with stuff as long as my father wasn’t around. He had a way of getting compliance that these days would see him locked up!

Anyway, enough of that! Waste not, want not sank in because my life is full of things that might come in useful some day and seeing a sight like this is irresistible.

One of our neighbours had dumped a load of green tomatoes in the corner of his field to rot down. J and I knew of a much pleasanter use for these toms than compost – Green Tomato Chutney! So it was that a good few kilos found their way in to the pan along with some apples, pears and an assortment of spices.

After a couple of hours of gently bubbling away the mix was ready to join the other jams and preserves that J makes. Some we give away to bemused neighbours but most we keep and enjoy ourselves. Waste not, want not! Well, not for a few more years anyway!

last year’s plus mummy’s home-made brown sauce

jams and marmalades and pickled onions

even curry paste and mincemeat!

Alan Fenn, Okçular Köyü

ps this is not a foodie blog so if you want to rummage around in dumpsters or on your neighbour’s compost heaps there are plenty of recipes on line to fire your imagination.

14 thoughts on “Waste Not Want Not

  1. I have to substitute chayote for apple when making chutney…but it still works!
    I can remember the cries of ‘waste not, want not’…usually in respect of crusts, but the favourite of school dinner ladies was ‘starving children in India would be glad of that…’.
    If rash enough to reply on the lines of’ why not pack up the cabbage and send it to them then’ a long stay in the corner was on the cards,

  2. Reminded us of the sour green tomatoes we used to make back across the pond. When we moved to Turkey we thought about continuing our tradition. Then we discovered that pickle-making is a highly regarded craft here in Turkey. So we tip our hats to the Turkish pickle makers and enjoy the fruits of their labor. As for green tomato chutney, we think you have our address.

  3. You would certainly never go hungry anywhere in the south west of Turkey for sure. Every month brings something different and such a surplus there is always freebies.
    Love your blog Alan. I read your book Okçular Köyü some time ago. Loved it, such a good idea. Dianne (not a swampy but from Faversham close by) now residing in Adrasan Köyü.

    1. Hi Dianne, delighted to have you join in on comments and thank you for your kind words. I guess the Adrasan you speak of is the one half way between Demre and Kemer – we’ve long promised ourselves and explore of that bit and have never got around to it. As for us ‘Swampies’, I’ve seen grown men from Sittingbourne and Faversham back away rather than risk any contamination ;-D
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