Giardiniera: A garden in a jar

Not really sure about canning vegetables? Then pickle them.

For the Minnesota Star Tribune
September 19, 2012 at 8:02PM
If you're not sure about canning vegetables, try pickling them.
If you're not sure about canning vegetables, try pickling them. (Star Tribune/The Minnesota Star Tribune)

When canning came back into vogue, I was unfashionably late to the party.

Don't get me wrong. I love other people's savory jams and homey jellies. But the operable term was "other people's." To me, the word "canning" conjured a picture that was anything but pretty. And I was ready to let that culinary bandwagon pass me by. Preferably with great haste, and zero hesitation.

You could say I was scarred by childhood. My early years were spent on a sprawling acreage in southern Iowa, where the dwindling weeks of summer were marred by an endless stream of "canning days" -- each approached with the seriousness of a tax audit, and the urgency of the Cuban Missile Crisis.

The kitchen took on the ambience of a steamy, acrid sauna. Mom sweated over a pressure cooker that sputtered with the ferocity of a steam engine on the brink of explosion. Older siblings were pressed into servitude, plunging jar after jar into vats of boiling water.

Only youth could save me. After a few wildly splattering attempts at forcing scalding tomatoes through a sieve, Mom would note my incompetence and reassign me to the far more pleasant task of escorting my baby sister away from the kitchen. Together, we'd flee to the freedom and relative coolness of the great outdoors -- inadvertently eluding any wisdom or satisfaction that might come from turning summer bounty into winter sustenance.

Family tradition intact

Still, the preservation instinct runs deep. Sooner or later, we all find our weakness. Mine was giardiniera (pronounced jahr-dee-NYAY-rah). I happen to love the stuff. And when I discovered that it involved the kind of canning that, well, isn't really canning, I was in, up to my eyeballs in pickling brine and canning jars.

Derived from the Italian word for garden, giardiniera refers to the crunchy, vinegar-bathed blend of vegetables that once pulled duty as the lone antipasto at local Italian restaurants. It's the traditional accompaniment for Italian beef sandwiches. Oh, and that chile-spiked vegetable relish you've had on Chicago hot dogs? That, too, is a type of giardiniera.

Happily for the time-challenged and canning-averse, giardiniera is what's known as a "quick pickle," which means it cures in a matter of hours, not a matter of weeks. And since it's bound for your refrigerator instead of your pantry, there's no plunging of jars into pots of boiling water, no waiting for worrisome seals to go thump in the night, and no fear of poisoning your family and friends.

An easy task

Simply prep a mix of vegetables, pour on hot brine and pack it into bottles.

Make your own, and the choice of vegetables is up to you, to be spiced however you like. It's a great way to add snap and tang to late-season picks from your garden or farmers market. And if you learn to make it now, you could find yourself repeating the process with the sturdy vegetables available all winter long, gaining an appreciation for giardiniera's nickname: the "winter pickle."

For me, giardiniera is always a welcome way to start a meal. It's the perfect -- and perfectly effortless -- cortono, or side dish, alongside rich, creamy pastas. It's a nice stand-in for traditional pickles next to any sandwich. And it makes for healthy snacking whenever you crave a crunch.

Giardiniera doesn't require anything even remotely resembling the time and effort Mom put into her countless canning marathons. But now, I can grasp the sense of accomplishment she must have derived when she appraised that pantry full of Mason jars.

Sometimes I'll sneak a peek into the refrigerator just to admire my little self-made "garden in a jar." It's the kind of colorful vegetable still-life that brings a pat-myself-on-the-back-I-made-that kind of satisfaction. And it's an even nicer treat when you bring it to the table.

Jo Marshall is a Minneapolis freelance writer.

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