Aug 17, 2011 22:32
It turns out that if you have managed to make something best referred to as coulis, you can just tip it back into a saucepan and boil the stuff until it sees sense.
(Or as mum said 'Until it goes a bit volcanic')
Mum also said 'That's some of the best jam I've tasted, you bastard', which I shall take as a vote of confidence.
And since we still have hedgerows and freezer filled with suitable fruit, and a 5kg bag of sugar, the experiments continue.
At this point I would say 'Anyone want a jar?', but since those jars are what we had lying around and are unlikely to survive under the care of Royal Mail, it's probably safest that I consume it myself. It's a terrible burden, but I'm sure I'll manage somehow.
(For me, buying jam jars fits in the same box as buying furniture. I'm ashamed that I've fallen so far from family tradition.)
mrs trellis of north wales,
quite remarkable,
completely unspoiled by progress