Manic Monday - Relish
When I hear the word "relish," the first thing I think about is that stuff people slather on their hot dogs, my hubman included. It's a tad too sweet for me, but if it's combined with onions and mustard, I can handle it. But after thinking about it for a while, what comes to mind is my Grandmother and the wonderful side dish relishes she fixed. She made the best brandied peaches I've ever eaten.
Gee, I don't think I've ever had brandied peaches except for hers! Anyway, they were to die
for. My mom and dad always laughed at this good Baptist lady, who was a teetotaler, sending her husband off to the liquor store to buy the brandy for her! I guess it was okay to send him to hell...
Anyway, the process took a year. It started with canned peaches, tons of mysterious spices and that luscious brandy. She had a special crock that she used to pickle them and it didn't get opened for one year. I think they appealed to me because they were a maroon color and I was allowed to eat as many as I wanted. And they had soaked in brandy! Wickedly good...




