This Week on the Pantry Shelf: Solomon Gundy — A Name From Another Time

There are recipes that fade quietly. Not because they stopped being delicious, but because the world got busier, grocery stores got more convenient, and certain old traditions just slipped out of regular rotation. Solomon Gundy is one of those recipes — and if you grew up in a Cape Breton household with roots even a generation or two back, there's a good chance that name just triggered something in your memory you hadn't thought about in years.

Solomon Gundy is pickled herring — cured in a sweet and tangy brine with onions, usually served cold, usually with crackers, usually appearing at a specific kind of gathering: a card game at the kitchen table, a wake, a Christmas Eve spread, a summer afternoon with the adults talking on the porch. It has a peculiar name whose origins are debated — some say it's a corruption of "salmagundi," an old English mixed pickle dish; others trace it through Caribbean and Nova Scotian trade routes where salted, pickled fish was a practical way to preserve the catch long before refrigeration existed.

What we know for certain is this: for generations, Solomon Gundy was a fixture in Cape Breton pantries. Herring was abundant and inexpensive, and pickling was simply how you made a plentiful catch last through the months when fresh fish wasn't as easy to come by. It became, almost accidentally, a delicacy — something people looked forward to, something that showed up at gatherings specifically because everyone knew and loved it.

And then, somewhere along the way, it started disappearing from tables. Younger generations didn't grow up making it. It became the thing your grandmother made that nobody quite remembers how to replicate. The jar in the back of the fridge that seemed mysterious as a kid and suddenly makes complete sense as an adult craving something briny, sharp, and unmistakably tied to a specific memory.

This week, we're bringing it back. Not because it needs reinventing — it doesn't — but because it deserves remembering. Make a batch. Share it with someone who hasn't thought about it in decades. Watch their face when they taste it again.

This is a traditional preparation, simple in its ingredients but reliant on a bit of patience — the herring needs time to cure and pickle properly. The result is worth every day of waiting.

Makes about 4 cups

About the Herring: Fresh herring is ideal, but if you can't source it fresh, some fish markets sell herring already filleted and salted, which can shorten your prep time considerably — just be sure to adjust or skip the initial salt cure accordingly, and check with the fishmonger on how much curing has already been done.

Patience is the Secret Ingredient: This is not a same-day dish, and that's exactly why it feels so special. The waiting is part of what makes it taste the way it does, and part of what makes it feel like an occasion when it's finally ready.

Sweetness Level: Some family recipes lean sweeter, some lean more sharply vinegary. Adjust the sugar in the brine to your own family's taste — start with the amount given and adjust future batches from there.

Storage: Kept refrigerated in a sealed jar, Solomon Gundy will last several weeks, and many people believe it actually improves with a little extra time as the flavors continue to meld.

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When I was young, there was always a jar of something mysterious in the back of my mother's fridge. I didn't know what it was for years — just that it was cold, briny-smelling, and clearly off-limits to kids, the way certain adult foods always seem to be.

It wasn't until I was maybe sixteen, sitting at the kitchen table during one of the card games the adults used to have every couple of weeks, that I finally tried it. My mother put out a plate of crackers with little pieces of pickled fish and onion on top, and everyone just reached for it like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I was hesitant. It looked strange to me. But my mother caught my hesitation and said, "Just try it. You'll understand."

I did. And she was right — there was something about that first bite, sharp and briny and sweet all at once, that made complete sense in a way I couldn't have predicted. The adults at the table nodded approvingly when I reached for a second cracker.

"Now you're one of us," my uncle joked.

I didn't think much about Solomon Gundy again for years — not until my mother passed and I was going through her recipe box, and I found a card in her handwriting, stained and worn, with the recipe written out exactly the way she'd made it that first night I tried it.

I made a batch in the fall of 2024, mostly out of a need to feel close to her again. And when I brought it to a family gathering, the reaction was immediate — aunts and uncles I hadn't seen taste it in years lighting up, reaching for crackers, saying things like "I haven't had this since your mother made it" and "I forgot how much I loved this."

That's the thing about a recipe like Solomon Gundy. It doesn't just disappear from your table. It waits, quietly, for someone to bring it back. And when they do, it turns out everyone remembers exactly how much they loved it all along.

"My father used to make Solomon Gundy every fall, right around when the herring were running. It was a whole production — jars everywhere, the smell of vinegar filling the kitchen, my mother pretending to complain about the mess while secretly being the first one to sneak a taste before it was even properly pickled.

He passed away eight years ago, and I hadn't made it since. Reading about it in your newsletter this week actually brought tears to my eyes — I didn't realize how much I missed that smell, that specific tang of vinegar and fish that meant fall had arrived and Dad was in his element.

I'm making a batch this weekend. My kids have never had it. I think it's time they did."

— Ruth A., Cape Breton

Ruth, thank you for trusting us with that memory. There's something powerful about a smell or a taste that can bring someone back so vividly, even after eight years. We're so glad this newsletter nudged you toward making that batch. Your kids are lucky — they're about to inherit something that clearly meant everything to your father, and now it gets to mean something to them too.

If you want to make Solomon Gundy the traditional way, timing matters.

Herring runs occur seasonally along parts of the Cape Breton coast, and local fishermen and fish markets often have fresh herring available during these windows. Ask at coastal wharves or local fish markets about seasonal availability — many small-scale fishermen are happy to point you toward the best timing and sources.

This is a fishery with deep roots in Maritime tradition, tied closely to the seasonal rhythms that shaped how coastal families ate and preserved food for generations. Sourcing herring during its natural season connects you to that same rhythm, the same waiting and gathering that's always defined this dish.

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Some recipes don't need reinventing. They just need remembering.

Solomon Gundy has been waiting quietly in the back of memory for a lot of us — a jar in a mother's fridge, a smell from a father's fall kitchen, a taste from a card game around the table decades ago. This week, we're inviting you to make a batch, share it with someone who forgot how much they loved it, and watch their face when that first bite brings it all rushing back.

That's the real magic of a forgotten recipe. It was never really gone. It was just waiting for someone to bring it home.

From our kitchen to yours.