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Monday, 12 March 2018
Last year's Walnuts.
2017 was a bad year for Walnuts here. The trees (along with many vineyards) were damaged in a late frost, and that was that.
Luckily I have one tree that is slightly protected from frost, and I was able to pick just enough green immature nuts to make about a Kilo of pickles; one large and one small jars.
Pickled Walnuts take time. They are best kept for a couple of years before broaching. Yesterday I decided to open the small jar; just to make sure they are OK.
Branston is always good with cheese, as is good home-mixed mustard; but best of all (especially if you have some really tasty mature Cheddar) are a couple of pickled Walnuts.
When I get to the actual pickling stage with my Walnuts, I always add sugar. It takes away the tartness of the nuts, and brings out the flavour. If you intend to pickle some this early summer, I suggest you do the same; it makes all the difference. And make sure you pick them before any interior wood has started to form.
N.B. In a year's time the yellow-ish interior should turn completely black, and they will soften even more than they already have. Delicious.
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