Mother’s Day
Is it Mother’s Day, though, or would Mothers’ Day be more appropriate? I have all the flowers, obviously, courtesy of my lovely Offspring, and I ate all the cake, courtesy of R’s generosity and my own shameless greed. But I … Continued
Cheese delivery system
Another day of vile weather (PLEASE. MAKE. IT. STOP.) left me with nowhere to go, and nothing more interesting to do than working on my jigsaw and reading Ben Macintyre’s A Spy Among Friends on my Kindle. Which I’d happily … Continued
Quince jelly
I said yesterday that I was feeling some guilt about wasting the quince pulp I’d boiled up to make quince jelly – and this is why. I started with nearly 1.7kg of fruit in the pan (over three and a … Continued
Peak quince
“Can we stop saying that the garden needs it now?” said R moodily, glowering out of the window at the driving rain. “No,” I replied. “We do still need it – the ground’s like rock.” He sighed, got his umbrella, … Continued
Preparation
Well, not preparation exactly. More like thinking about preparation. For a start, I won’t be reaming the oranges by hand this year – I’ve done it many times before, but now I’m old I’ve decided to give my hands a … Continued
Dulce de membrillo
Before we went out to Broadway yesterday R and I cooked the quince paste, and then left it drying out in the slowest of slow ovens. This is one of those processes – like finding the setting point of jam … Continued