Into the trolley, the shopper places a shrink-wrapped four-pack of empty jars. The jars have matching red and white checked metal lids, simulating the real gingham fabric circles that traditionally were cut with pinking scissors and tied with string around the necks of re-used jars containing home-made jams, pickles, chutneys and preserved fruits; and were either gifted or stored on high shelves for use in winter when fresh fruits and vegetables were scarce. Alright, nobody does that any more. But the shrink-wrapped four-pack of cheap jars with imitation lids makes it feel like you can. Kind of a nostalgic short-circuit, without the mess, or the cooking time. The shopper, pushing the trolley neatly around the end of aisle six and into seven in a perfect arc, accelerates slightly (it was close to dinner time) and stops halfway along the aisle where seventeen brands and fifty-seven sub-varieties of pasta sauce sit waiting to be turned alchemy-like into someone’s home-cooked dinner. Five ...
Recipes and ruminations from a small house in a big city.