'I got sunshine on a cloudy dayMe? I got oranges. I got liquid gold. I making marmalade.
When it's cold outside, I got the month of May...'
There's not much new to say about this, my annual fruity task. Squeeze, pare, slice, bubble, boil and pot. The tedium of preparation...sigh...puts all but the most enthusiastic off. I put the cauldron on annually. It's not so much about a supply of marmalade that will last the year - for me it's about delighting the senses. This is a thing which has to be done.
A bag of oranges - such a vibrant cheering colour when all is grey outdoors.
Scent too; breathe in - the house (maybe even the whole of the small mountain kingdom) is redolent of bitter orange. Reach out, touch something. Sticky. Everything. Just why is there marmalade on my ear lobe?
So, we now have enough jars on at the shelf and a few to spare. A good feeling.
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