The Joys Of Piccalilli - Essay And Poem

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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