
Chef Lesia
Adzhyka po-Ukrainsky (аджика, tomato-pepper relish)
The tomatoes go from garden-red to brick-red while the peppers slump and the garlic waits. By the end, the spoon leaves a path and the whole south fits in one jar.
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The apples stay whole, but they change their mind: crisp flesh turns winey, sour-sweet, and faintly fizzy, with dill stems and rye whispering from the brine.
The first surprise is that the apple bites back. It looks like an apple, yellow-green and sensible, then your teeth break the skin and the juice is cold, sour-sweet, a little fizzy, and suddenly a winter plate of roast potatoes or buckwheat has woken up.
Mocheni yabluka are not vinegar pickles. They are apples persuaded slowly in a light brine with sugar, salt, rye, and leaves for tannin, the old pantry thinking that says autumn fruit should still be feeding you in February. Aunt Nadia wrote only "keep them under, wait until it sounds right," which is comedy until you hear the jar begin to tick and sigh on the shelf.
The one thing that decides the dish is the apple. Choose firm, late, sharp apples with tight skins, not soft sweet ones that collapse into baby food. The brine does the rest while you live your life. Make a big jar; there is no tradition of a small one.
Soaked apples are recorded across the lands of Kyivan Rus, where late autumn fruit was layered in barrels with rye straw, currant or cherry leaves, and a salty-sweet pour to carry it through winter. In Ukraine they belong especially to the cool pantry and orchard belt, with Antonivka-type sharp apples prized because they keep their shape and take fermentation cleanly. Soviet canning pushed many living ferments toward sealed sweet compotes, but village pantries kept the sour, hissing version alive.
Quantity
1.5 kg
small to medium, unbruised
Quantity
1.5 litres
Quantity
30g (2 percent of water weight)
Quantity
60g
Quantity
1 tablespoon
Quantity
6
Quantity
2 heads or several stems
Quantity
1 teaspoon
Quantity
3 strips
Quantity
as needed
| Ingredient | Quantity |
|---|---|
| firm sharp autumn applessmall to medium, unbruised | 1.5 kg |
| water | 1.5 litres |
| fine sea salt | 30g (2 percent of water weight) |
| honey or sugar | 60g |
| rye flour or rye malt | 1 tablespoon |
| blackcurrant, cherry, or oak leaves | 6 |
| dill heads or dill stems | 2 heads or several stems |
| yellow mustard seeds | 1 teaspoon |
| lemon peel (optional) | 3 strips |
| extra boiled and cooled brine (optional) | as needed |
Pick firm, sharp apples with tight skins and no bruises. Rinse them well, but don't scrub them bald. A little orchard life on the skin helps the ferment begin, while bruised flesh turns soft and muddy in the jar.
Bring a little of the water to a simmer, whisk in the salt, honey or sugar, and rye flour until smooth, then stir in the remaining cold water. Let it cool completely. It should taste lightly salty, gently sweet, and faintly grainy from the rye.
Put half the leaves and dill in the bottom of a clean 3-litre jar, then pack in the apples snugly without forcing them. Tuck the mustard seeds, lemon peel if using, and remaining leaves between the fruit. The leaves bring tannin, which helps the apples keep their bite.
Pour the cooled brine over the apples until they are fully covered. Weight them down with a fermentation weight or a small clean jar filled with water, then set the big jar on a plate because it may leak once it wakes up.
Leave the jar at cool room temperature, out of direct sun. After several days the brine will cloud, fine bubbles will cling to the skins, and the jar will begin its quiet ticking. Taste when the apples smell winey and clean; they should be sour-sweet and lightly fizzy, not alcoholic or rotten. When they please you, move them to the fridge or a cold pantry.
1 serving (about 150g)
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