One thing leads to another...

I need some rare roast lamb.

You see, right at the end of the warm weather my bloody tomato plants decided to suddenly fruit up. So I stripped down the plants the other day, salvaging a half kilo of ripe tomatoes and a half-kilo of green ones.

lederhosen can't eat onions or their variations, and we rather like Indian food which is often best served with raitas and chutney. And most bought chutneys have onion in them. (I have spent so much time in supermarket aisles reading ingredient lists and cursing).

So I thought I'd turn the green toms into chutney. So currently simmering on the stove, beside the enormous pot of chicken stock (I've found if I make up a stock with onion in it and strain out the bits of onion so that all that's left is the flavour, that works rather well) is a small pot with my green tomatoes cut into small chunks, zucchini, sultanas, brown sugar, vinegar pepper and cloves.

I just tasted it, and all I could think of was a roast leg of lamb cooked the day before, served cold and sliced thin on fresh rye bread with some of this chutney on it.

I think I know what I might do for Christmas...