While I was Fisking Fr Butler, Anna, the redoubtable Mrs T was being much more productive.
The first batch of marmalade of 2013. Judging by the number of Seville oranges still in evidence, at least one more batch is to be made.
There is something quite lovely about home-made marmalade and jam.
Just out of shot are the chains by which I attach her to the kitchen sink, to assure myself both that my love for sweet conserves is indulged, and that I am not interrupted in the serious task of blogging.
Thoughts for Lent from Father Willie Doyle (d. 1917) - “The path of life is rough and stony. Sharp flints and hidden thorns are thickly strewn upon its surface, wounding our weary feet as we toil ever onwards a...
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