Although not difficult to make, marmalade does take time. Quite a long time. I always end up with my oranges sitting around for a week or so because one way and another, I never seem to have quite the right amount of time for the task. But this morning I realised that beyond a quick circuit of the park with Sybil, the day was mine.
This batch needed only the one furious fifteen minute boil before it reached setting point. A record, I think. I usually get through several frozen saucers before I get a set.
I keep meaning to experiment with different recipes but I never get round to it, so once again I have used Delia’s recipe – which I’ll dig out later and post if anyone wants it. The jars are mostly ones I re-use each year, but my mum recently gave me a collection of lovely vintage preserving jars from France – the big ones without lids in the photograph below. They are incredibly chunky and the glass is slightly hazy when they are empty.
For some reason, and I may be alone in this, I derive enormous pleasure from finding that, by chance, I have exactly the right number of jars for the amount of marmalade I’ve made. I get the same pleasure when I manage to hit exactly £40 or £50 when I fill the car with petrol. Once or twice I have been moved to point this out to the attendant when paying. I obviously don’t get out enough.
PS thank you so much for all the lovely comments on my last post – part two to follow soon.