After a few hours bubbling in the stove, a big mess and clean-up, and a wrestling match with my juicer… the marmalade went into these adorable little jars.
Let’s be real… I don’t know anything about marmalade. I don’t even think I’d eaten marmalade before tonight. But I wanted to put my refrigerator of citrus to good use, dammit!
I abandoned my recipe before I even started. I added blood oranges at the end because they looked pretty. I couldn’t pass the wrinkle test, but I jarred everything so I could go to bed.
Whatevs. The bits I scraped off the pan afterwards were delicious. We’ll hope everything gels so I don’t have to drink liquidy marmalade with a straw.
And now… I have to attend to this cuddle bug and gather myself before school.