Time for the annual ritual of marmalade making! About twenty four pots were potted. Yes, my father is shining a flashlight into it, to make sure that he could see for sure if the thermometer had reached the right temperature. I am so impressed by this venture - which I've known all my life - and was glad to have a hand, this year, in stopping any disaster from happening (pan burning being the most likely of these ...). Doubtless tomorrow he'll write up an account of what was learnt this year, and this will join a significant archive of trial and error. I only wish I liked marmalade, but ...
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