Quick mincemeat story, then I have to leave.
When we were growing up on the farm, we (by we, I mean basically my mom) canned a lot of the vegetables from the garden in glass mason jars and we lived on them all winter. One of the things she did with the green tomatoes, was a "green tomato mincemeat" which she'd use to make pies for the holidays. She also would make piccalli if there were a lot of green tomatoes, and we really enjoyed that.
One year however, she made a mincemeat pie for us without really checking the jar, and much to our surprise it was a piccalli pie, rather than mincemeat. We kids liked it better actually, but didn't have the heart to tell her that. It's just one of those family stories that lives in infamy.