Saturday, February 23

Old Friends...

One of the lovliest things in the world is the easiness of meeting up and talking to old friends. That's not to say that they are always age-old....but some might be and others not.
Yesterday was such a day.
An old ...yes fairly old ...friend came ...well just dropped in ...for a cuppa and a chat.
Therre is some heavy stuff going down in her life, and ohhh it's so good to talk things through with another who is not in that same boat but has a bit of a clue as to how you might feel.

Then an unexpected phone call from across the sea...old friend first met when we were sweet 16!....
It's as if you just carry on the conversations that you had maybe a year or even more ...ago.

Then the third meet....up at the young families house for a meal with Joanne, James and their brood.
James lived with us when he was 18 for a year on a gap year out before Oxford, and it was one of the best, funniest and happiest years that we had during the time that we took gap year teenagers in to our home.

But they didn't leave empty-handed....oh no...apart from the two penguins bought for some collecters....
...off went the camel with the wellington boots!!
...ready for anything....sand or snow that fellow!



That's him on the left looking into the future....the one with the hiking boots has long gone ...he was not the sort to hang around waiting for the dreamers!

Sunday, February 17

Jammy time of year then!!

I saw some Seville oranges up at the farm shop last week and had a golden vision ...
...of marmalade on a slice of hot toast...dripping with butter of course!

You know how it is...you buy something with the best of intention of  using it...
...and then the days go by...
...and the days go by...
... and time ticks on.........

Anyway...there's always the potter to keep me up to scratch with food!!...he likes it!
So yesterday we set to, knives in hand, and with both of us cutting  up fruit in the finest strips possible, we had the job done sooner rather than later!


Actually....I think that one might say, honestly, that this is thick cut marmalade!

.....I'd forgotten that it has to marinade for 24 hours...
...well that was good, as I had other things to do.
 I decided to make it whiskey marmalade and added the whiskey my sister-in-law had given me from the aunt's house clearance......goes with the Scottishness of marmalade I think....adds a frisson of excitement for the morning break!



Just look at the dried up memory on the page of the recipe book....
...well you can see how long ago it was when we got it from the lovely Mary...
....mum..
....it has been used and used over the years...

Jam pan couldn't be found...so this had to do the job...
...a bit small for the amount of fruit ...
...but needs must...as they say.

Fruit simmering away and the warm sugar added to the pot and a rolling boil attempted...
...the recipe said 10 minutes and it should be ready...
...they lied ...!!


....but the smell!...wonderful...so I didn't mind it taking three quarters of an hour ...
...that was mainly due to the pot being a bit too small and a rolling boil  therefore a bit dangerous...
...spillage!!




 The potter had washed the jars and warmed them in the oven......love all those quirky different shapes...I'm a sucker for collecting a well shaped jam jar...I can get quite choosey over it!



And then all were filled without a crack in any of them and ...
...in comes the hovering potter and says...
..."want a nice cup of tea?"
"natch"

Get the bread...
...lather it with butter...
...pile on the hot sticky whiskey smelling aroma of freshly made marmalade...
...and there you have ...
"two happy bunnies"...