The squirrels got the cherries, the blackbirds scoffed the white currants, but we had a good haul of redcurrants from the garden this year. They usually end up made into jelly and the occasional summer pudding, but I thought it was time for a change. Continue reading
I experienced serious fruit tree envy recently when visiting Kenton Hall in Suffolk, home of the McVeigh family and their longhorn cattle. It’s also home to Aunt Paddy and Uncle Howard, possessors of a lovingly-tended kitchen garden and crucially, of three or four espaliered apricots. Continue reading
The siren call of strawberry jam has become too strong to resist.
I’ve decided it’s worth parboiling myself over a hot stove if it means I can get a taste of our luscious strawberries during the winter. Continue reading