You will pleased to know that I had my "Mrs. Sensible" hat on yesterday and we didn't attempt our trip to Cornwall. Mum is safe and warm in her house and I am safe and warm here. I did have an early morning trip to the supermarket though, to stock up before any snow arrived and on impulse bought some Seville oranges.
I don't make marmalade that often. Not that I don't like it... I do... very much. But I'm the only one in the house who likes it and even then I don't eat it that often.
So the thought of cutting up all that peel into tiny shreds isn't exactly my first choice of activity. Unless of course I have a unexpected free day that I thought I would be spending driving. The sort of day when it's cold outside and you don't want to be out and about doing anything else. Then the idea of spending a morning making marmalade seems like rather a pleasant activity.
I love the alchemy of jam making - turning all those shreds into a thick and sticky marmalade is strangely satisfying. The peel had released so much pectin that when I added the sugar it already started to form jelly like lumps before I even had a chance to bring it back up to the boil. As a result it required very little boiling.
Which meant a very high yield... seven jars of bright, tangy marmalade from 2kg of oranges.
Which is enough to keep me going for years!
Although I have rather got a hankering for a marmalade bread and butter pudding now... or perhaps a marmalade cake? Do you have a favourite marmalade recipe?
I also fancy making some lime marmalade... or perhaps pink grapefruit... and I'm wondering what these would be like in a marmalade cake too. The possibilities are endless!