Oranges are the only fruit

A murky, January afternoon with a couple of hours to spare lead to a spot of marmalade making. The shops are full of Seville oranges and Twitter, which I've recently joined and am really enjoying, is alive with photos of glowing orange pots photographed by their proud makers. So I thought I'd join in. Rather than buying the oranges and leaving them to wither for a few weeks in a fruit bowl, as is my usual way, I bought and made my batch quickly. Definitely a good idea.

The oranges were so juicy. Citrus oil is often used for its mood enhancing properties and I can see why; that distinctive exotic, peppery smell just says sunshine and good things.  

Marmalade is fiddly, but worth the effort. An empty house, a few choice tunes on the iPod and the time passes very pleasantly indeed.

There were five pots, but one has already been seized upon.

And it looked so pretty, I wanted to paint it. Bold and bright.

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