Call that a jam jar?

No…  That’s a jam jar!

Anyone out there old enough to remember crocodile Dundee??


Another busy weekend whizzed by with spare time between breakfasts and changeovers being taken up harvesting our plums in earnest.

I’ve lost count of how many kilos we picked but I had a 13 hour day in the kitchen on Saturday.  After countless jars of jam, there were still loads left and so I found a recipe in one of my nigella books that sounded good.  More of that in my next blog because I have a slice of buttered toast with jam calling out to me…….

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