The Joys Of Piccalilli - Essay And Poem
January 10, 2017 2:25pm CST
I love Piccalilli Sauce, though I haven’t tried it in years before this week. I was curious about its origins as a mix of onion, turmeric, mustard, gherkins and cauliflower and found that it dates from 1758, with the name just derived from the Indian for Sweet Pickle. Though often sold in supermarkets home-made versions often turn up at village fairs too. The following poem was inspired by my appreciation. Poem - The Joys Of Piccalilli Eating Piccalilli In Piccadilly, Just because it rhymes Takes me back to happy times And other sauce Made from all kind of resource Material from half-empty cupboards To put together a relish the diner rewards With desire to try again Though no two Piccalillis taste the same Whether tried in Piccadilly or Leicester Square Though last time I went there All they had was 1,000 Island Dressing So I ate my dinner without messing It up with anything, besides I was in a hurry I was off to meet friends to have a big curry. Arthur Chappell
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10 Jan 17
Thank you Arthur for your post and poem. I have not tried Piccalillis before and with a name like that it looks very Italian. After reading your post found out that it actually comes from India. Just wanted to ask you what does it taste like? Is it very spicy?