I love indian pickles. It’s a problem. They’re supposed to be a condiment, not a meal - but says who? I often dump mango pickle on rice and call it dinner. I remember eating this as a kid alone at midnight so I couldn’t be told off and force-fed a proper curry. But now I’m an adult and I’ll eat what I want. I’M ALLOWED.
Indian pickles are different from American pickles in that the vegetables are cooked in different spices and then preserved in oil. The best part of Indian pickles is the masala that sinks to the bottom of the jars. I always greedily dig my spoon in to excavate that oily, spicy goodness.Read More