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Fee-Joe-Aahs.

Tonight we preserved. I'm trying to teach Hub's self-reliant things so she's able to survive an apocalypse.  More feijoas went into her mouth than into the bowl for cooking.


Four bags got us 5 jam jars. I tried to make jam and realized I didn't have any pectin to thicken it (just this instant thought of using chia seeds), so I threw in onions and a few spices and turned it into a chutney. I don't know how it tastes. I'm imagining it tasting fantastic on a cracker with some Camembert or Kapiti's Kahurangi creamy blue.

Feijoa Chutney.

Straight up preserved.

You always give your first fruits to someone else. I had planned to give my new neighbors a few jars, but in my pride and excitement I showed too many people my photos and they've all claimed a jar.

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