In the news--bought a new (old) car today, went to a poetry reading in Portland this week, and put Jane up for sale on Craig's List. Just kidding. For once I have a million pictures and million things to say, but I have to get to bed before midnight. So I'll just tell you this evening I've been getting ready for chutney making tomorrow. I'll be making a ginger rhubarb fig chutney with a River Cottage recipe. Let's hope the day is less eventful than the last chutney day.
I went out in the twilight to harvest rhubarb. The frogs were singing. I stood in the rhubarb patch with my eyes closed and listened, and smelled the grass and the approaching rain. It's easier to breathe deeply when the world smells so sweet. Then I went to work. I needed three and a half pounds. I got carried away and gathered six. I think I'll freeze the rest. Unless any of you want some?
I love trimming rhubarb. It has the most incredible smell. It's pungent, but also heady and floral. Satisfying work. The figs have to soak over night in orange juice with orange zest. I've never chopped a pound of figs before. Fun at first, but so sticky that by the end you might as well be chopping with a rolling pin. It smells amazing in here. Tomorrow it will all simmer for hours, and the smell of vinegar will have permeated the entire house. It might be a slightly footish smell, but it will be worth it. I love vinegar. I love chutney. I love looking forward to the new day.
Good night, world. You're difficult. But I love you, too.