yum

Ok, so the blister and the cut that showed up later were worth it. The injuries are healing and the little jars are sitting with their glorious pink fillings waiting for the lids to pop. I even sat them outside, so that neither I nor the dog will hear that satisfying snap of metal signalling the perfect seal. Incase someone else ever bothers to read this, the sound is also similar to the smoke detector pop of a running low battery, which sends the queen of the household out wandering the neighbourhood to escape the horror of the house burning down. Which it never has. But when I get up several times in the night waiting for her to decide to come home, I would rather forgo the sound than face the worry of not knowing where she is or when she will come back.

The crabapple jelly is divine.

What's this?

How self indulgent is this? Writing down stuff that no one else could possibly be interested in. Hmmmph. Tough on you if you came here looking for great and meaningful prose.

I'll start with the domestic first. We'll see when the heresy crops up.

The bread is in the oven, and the crabapples are simmering away on the stove.

domesticus interupptus

The crabapples are now draining their juice, after having searched the clothesline for the jelly bag. It blew off and was sodden on the ground. expletive censored. So I washed the bag, with soap, so the victims of my lastest culinary masterpiece may be assured that I have their health at the forefront of my mind.

Free crabapples indeed. I got a blister from chopping the little devils up. This had better be delicious.

the buzzer went again

Bread is done...and before noon even. I am so proud of myself. Time to go and eat the crust.