Barry Norman never brought pickled onions. No need to - he made his own. Crisp, luscious, sweet and spicy, pickled onions fit for the gods. He claimed no credit for this. They are not pickled onions of his own devising; they are pickled onions made by faithfully following a recipe handed down to Barry by his mother, who received it from her own mother, who in turn... Well, we're talking here about a recipe that had its origins way back in the middle of the 19th century and, for all we know, even earlier. There is much to be said for progress but sometimes the old methods are still the best.
Incidentally, it was not Barry's intention to market these onions. It never crossed his mind. That they are now on sale is due to Barry's friend John Wringe, a gifted and energetic advertising and marketing man and very possibly the world's leading aficionado of pickled onions. One evening, at supper at Barry's daughter Emma's house, John dipped into a jar of onions that Barry had given to Emma and - so Barry was told, for he wasn't there at the time - a look akin to that which must have come to St. Paul on the road to Damascus lit his face. “These are sublime,” he cried, reaching for another. “Everyone should be able to enjoy them.” So he went to work and two years later, thanks to him and, of course, Bennett-Opie, everyone can indeed enjoy them.
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