I sat in the dim room, the only light provided by the flickering TV set in the corner. As I flipped through the channels, I heard story after story of war, of civil unrest, of oppression. I stared, unwavering, trying to fathom every horrid detail, trying to make sense of wrong and right, trying to see the good behind the bad, and I thought “Man, am I hungry.”
The first thing that hit me was the ginger taste, a delightful surprise that I was not expecting at all. The refreshing cool and tart taste of cranberry next hit my taste buds, followed by another hint of ginger. I was in heaven. Not too sweet, not too tart, a roller coaster of taste sensation.
Over the next few days, I used the chutney to accompany my homemade recipe for granola pancakes, as well as topping a turkey sandwich on whole wheat bread. Each time, the chutney added a little something that enhanced the flavor of whatever I had, without overpowering the dish it was served with. The only problem I had with it was the sometimes overwhelming whole berries,? as opposed to chopped or minced berries, but the overall experience is more than worth your while.