Big Bertha, my biggest pan, nearly comes a cropper with the bumper crop of damsons from my inlaw’s damson tree this year.
Molton hot jam, a baby crawling around the kitchen, what can possibly go wrong? It was like the start of Casualty before the ‘accident’ happens.
5 kg of fruit and 4kgs of sugar gave enough to fill 18 jars, two of them large Kilner jars. That’s Christmas sorted.
“it was like the start of Casualty before the ‘accident’ happens.”
I actually can’t bear it, I can’t bear those moments. Why would anyone watch that? Anyway, I get your point. You’re clearly an irresponsible father
Oh yes damson jam. Brilliant, and such a fabulous colour. I love the big beasty pot with the splodges on the hob.