The Jelly Bitch

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I have spent the last few weeks hustling, trying to make a little bit of extra mullah on the side through the sales of my most infamous jellies. Jelly is beautiful – it is like a little piece of art – each jar of jelly a wonder to behold, the colours jewel-like, the texture sort of wobbly with a sweet and delicate firmness that can handle hot muffins and toast like nothing else. Jam is so passé, even if I do say so myself – and I have too, I’m hustling jelly here. P1030634 My Organic Apple & Chilli Jelly absolutely rules the cheese board – and with good reason it has a sweet, Somerset apple top-note that is immediately followed by the deep warmth and kick of chilli. I gave my people tasters: the Chill Jelly with a side of Cornish Yarg, the Apple & Blackberry with some fresh crusty baguette, plenty of home-made vanilla fudge and hand-made salted milk chocolates with crushed pistachios  to boot.

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What I began to notice was that lots of folk would come and have a good free feast and then bugger off with not so much as a penny spent – you know exactly when someone has tasted your wares and then decided not to buy, they will avoid your eye and then silently slope off – this goes with the territory however, with every sloper there is another purchaser…

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To do a stall is a lot of hard work but so worthwhile to hang out with the general – and often utterly strange and hilarious – public in a joyful sharing of all things scrumdiddly and beautiful. On top of that I made enough to buy a fire pit for the garden!

Pea. S. The Bath W.I. Ladies do not like fudge…

Pancake Love

 

Pancake Love
Pancake Love

You know when you have one of those arguments with your old man, you know the ones which last several days and sees you straddling the edge of the marital bed in a bid to get as far away as possible from your betrothed. When, the same argument gets regurgitated round and round and you wonder how long this will endure before one of you will a) file for divorce or b) say sorry.

Alcohol can work in mysterious ways; effectively fueling the angst and danger of stubborn cupboard love. Or, just days later, oiling the wheels of coherent apologies and civilised behavior.

And in the sweet cold light of morning to maintain this new state of grace with your love make him some pancakes and coffee…freshly flipped, steaming with hot butter, maple syrup and remorse.