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Marmalade time
It’s an unmistakeable smell - Seville oranges boiling in the pan. They seem to take ages to soften. I mustn’t take my eyes off them for too long as I don’t want them to spoil, having struggled home on the bus with them plus 3 bags of sugar in my trolley!
Yes I know, ‘Off my trolley’ more like, and it does nothing for my attempts at a trendy stylish image or for my street cred’ but I do have mad moments occasionally. Some would say, ‘Quite frequently’, but I shall ignore this thought.
I couldn’t resist taking a photo of them. Aren’t they beautiful? The colour is so vibrant contrasted with the two lemons.
I’m using my Auntie Millie’s recipe again. I’ve photographed it so you can share it hopefully, scribed in my typical infant teacher handwriting of the early 1970s.
Dear Auntie Millie made all sorts of tasty treats. Every Summer during my childhood I went on a seaside holiday with her. We drove through the night to Cornwall. My Uncle Cyril, Dad’s brother and Millie’s much loved husband, preferred to drive when the roads were quiet. My cousin Madeline and I would snuggle sleepily in the back of the old black jalopy which was Uncle Cyril’s pride and joy. Carefully secreted amongst our suitcases in the boot were various cake tins, containing Auntie Millie’s delicious cakes, which she always made on her coal fired Rayburn cooker for our holidays.
Millie was such a huggy person and I am too, so I loved her to bits as we were two of a kind. She was warm, caring, loving and just like a second mother to me. I loved her as such. She and I loved beachcombing and we’d spend hours together searching the beach at Sennen Cove, near Land’s end. We found shells, pretty stones, seaweed and various exciting pieces of debris all washed up by the tide. What treasure!
Precious memories. Tragically Millie was killed in a car crash. I was heartbroken and miss her still, especially her hugs. But her marmalade recipe lives on, given to me after I married and carefully handwritten in my much used cookery book which I began writing when I got engaged in 1969. I have three of these hand-written cookery books. They are still used regularly and added to from time to time.
Must go and check those oranges! Ben my fire fighter son would definitely not approve of me leaving them unattended on the stove. Shhh don’t tell! But I really can't stand and watch them boil for an hour. Fortunately there is no sugar in the pan as yet. The job of cutting up the fruit is about to begin I hope!
Marmalade time
It’s an unmistakeable smell - Seville oranges boiling in the pan. They seem to take ages to soften. I mustn’t take my eyes off them for too long as I don’t want them to spoil, having struggled home on the bus with them plus 3 bags of sugar in my trolley!
Yes I know, ‘Off my trolley’ more like, and it does nothing for my attempts at a trendy stylish image or for my street cred’ but I do have mad moments occasionally. Some would say, ‘Quite frequently’, but I shall ignore this thought.
I couldn’t resist taking a photo of them. Aren’t they beautiful? The colour is so vibrant contrasted with the two lemons.
I’m using my Auntie Millie’s recipe again. I’ve photographed it so you can share it hopefully, scribed in my typical infant teacher handwriting of the early 1970s.
Dear Auntie Millie made all sorts of tasty treats. Every Summer during my childhood I went on a seaside holiday with her. We drove through the night to Cornwall. My Uncle Cyril, Dad’s brother and Millie’s much loved husband, preferred to drive when the roads were quiet. My cousin Madeline and I would snuggle sleepily in the back of the old black jalopy which was Uncle Cyril’s pride and joy. Carefully secreted amongst our suitcases in the boot were various cake tins, containing Auntie Millie’s delicious cakes, which she always made on her coal fired Rayburn cooker for our holidays.
Millie was such a huggy person and I am too, so I loved her to bits as we were two of a kind. She was warm, caring, loving and just like a second mother to me. I loved her as such. She and I loved beachcombing and we’d spend hours together searching the beach at Sennen Cove, near Land’s end. We found shells, pretty stones, seaweed and various exciting pieces of debris all washed up by the tide. What treasure!
Precious memories. Tragically Millie was killed in a car crash. I was heartbroken and miss her still, especially her hugs. But her marmalade recipe lives on, given to me after I married and carefully handwritten in my much used cookery book which I began writing when I got engaged in 1969. I have three of these hand-written cookery books. They are still used regularly and added to from time to time.
Must go and check those oranges! Ben my fire fighter son would definitely not approve of me leaving them unattended on the stove. Shhh don’t tell! But I really can't stand and watch them boil for an hour. Fortunately there is no sugar in the pan as yet. The job of cutting up the fruit is about to begin I hope!