Today things got fruity in my kitchen. No, not like that, not at my time of life. Today I made yesterday's brambles into jelly. Well I started yesterday. Yesterday I cooked them, left them to drip out the juice over a bowl and today I boiled them up into jelly.
Be interesting to see if it sets . . .
No no no, I'm not even contemplating runny jelly. Solid as a rock.
I usually make quite a lot of jam this time of year: strawberry, fig, apricot. However I'm now eating so little bread and other things to put it on, think this will be my lot for this year. Maybe a pot or two of fig.
The cats, by the way, are not impressed. They do not eat fruit. As Charlie put it 'I eat Whiskas, given the opportunity, which I'm not getting at the moment. At the moment, my bowl is empty and you're faffing around with a camera.'
PS: by popular demand from someone with sharp elbows, here is the joke that wouldn't go on my status cos it was too long.
Heaven is where the police are British, the chefs are Italian, the mechanics are German, the Lovers are French and it is all organized by the Swiss.
Hell is where the police are German, the chefs are British, the mechanics are French, the lovers are Swiss, and it is all organized by the Italians.