I shouldn't complain but there's an awful lot of it; 26 jars.
Making marmalade must be a bit like giving birth - an absolute pain of a process - after which one promises oneself Never, ever again. Then 12 months on, tempted by the bright fruits I forget what a bother it is too make and another day of my life is gone - what with all that squeezing, paring and slicing; the simmering for hours and then the nerve-wracking rolling boil and those 'will it/won't it' set moments - all those sticky spoonfuls cooling in saucers until at last the surface wrinkles and we can be sure of that elusive set. Phew. And then there is the washing up......industrial quantities of it.
Here are my 26 jars - I've been hyper efficient this year and labeled them up straight away. Usually my jams and jellies sit around for days, sometimes weeks, until I can summon up the enthusiasm to amend and print off some labels. New Year - new efficient me? I doubt it. More a case of them taking up a lot of space.
Guess what we'll be having for breakfast for the next 12 months?