The family pram has migrated to the cellar, to the hidden depths of the building where unwanted objects go to die. In the old buildings built with bomb-proof shelters for all, spaces were provided to store family essentials, in case the Apocalypse, or the Soviets, didn’t leave them time to shop. When the bombs fall over Switzerland, people all across the country will no doubt have orgies of wine and müesli, find their forgotten objects, old skis, broken cuckoo-clocks and ill-fitting clothes and wonder why on earth they kept them. Now, with changing fears and shifting threats, we use these to keep our unwanted junk. The pram has now gone there to rest: Mr A has decided he no longer needs an afternoon nap after school. Time is passing.
And the jam? I made some strawberry and rhubarb jam this afternoon after work, even if most of it initially ended spilling all over the floor when the doorbell rang…
To spin it out a bit more, I threw in some more rhubarb and then brown sugar, randomly, pragmatically. It gave it a lovely rich dark red colour. I let it boil and boil, but I have the sneaky feeling it won’t set and will have to be rebranded as “Strawberry Coulis”. This sounds fancy, and better than Well-it-would-be-jam-if-Mama-had-followed-a-proper-recipe. My lovely mother-in-law was probably out gardening in the Spring sun, because my SOS phone call to her at 5pm for her jam-making secrets just rang and rang. But then is it surprising that I cannot make proper jam when there is already a Jam Queen in the family, with her own bomb-proof cellar full of the stuff, in every taste and flavour imaginable, and often made from wild-picked fruit?
Before the jam set, we spread the still-liquid first batch over heart-shaped scones. We called it “Strawberry compote” at that point, rescued from the overflowing pan, but little Mr A wasn’t convinced. It looked distinctly dodgy to him, sloshy. He wasn’t convinced about the scones either. Clearly the wrong shape. Could I tell him it was because Mama couldn’t find the round biscuit-cutters? Miss R thought they were lovely. Always a tactful lass.
Have you made anything colourful and random today? JJ