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Discussion in 'Funny Stuff: Jokes, Quizzes, Games & Pics' started by Catchoftheday, Sep 17, 2010.
When you run out of Marmalade?
I love Mr Catch and Marmalade...
I believe marmalade is like jelly or jam right? I think I'm missing something..
You haven't got any Marmalade
Of course you're missing something :wink:
Where I live people eat jam or jelly or preserves, so we never run out of marmalade.
Marmalade is some poofter English thing, isn't it?
This is the only marmalade I've ever liked:
Florida would be more than happy if you developed a taste for it. But then it is rather sophisticated.
Nine of the above,i don't like it.
I actually love grapefruit marmalade, blood orange too, but it's not a required staple in my cupboard.
Please don't tell the neighbors. I don't want to be labeled a sofisticat.
There's always pearl jam at disposal.
^ Is that what that means? Who knew?
OMG there are people in this world who think that running out of marmalade is a joke
Could the marmalade poofter please restore the equanimity of CatchOfTheDay's world with the required marmalade?
Is that posh Merichun for Pussy?
I can see the headline:
Marmalade Labelling Jars
I dont think Ive ever bought marmalade in my life..so running out is generally not an issue.
Make some more:
4 large oranges
1 large lemon
2 quarts water
5 1/2 cups sugar
Cut fruit in 1/2 squeeze out juice into pan discard seed and with a spoon scrape out membranes. Grind rinds in food processer to a medium fine texture.
Add rind to the juice and stir in the water. Bring to a boil and simmer 5 minutes. Cover and remove from heat, and let set overnight. The next morning, cook rapidly until peels are tender, about 1 hour.
Add sugar and stir until dissolved continue cooking at a boil to jellying point, about 30 minutes, stirring frequently.
Pour into sterilized jars and seal.
yields about 4 pints.
Well I wouldn't go that far, even amongst the hillbillies and rednecks where I live.
Rather than pull a jar of orange rinds boiled in sugar off a grocery store shelf, I'd rather dive into some slow cooked homemade preserves made from the wild blackberries I picked myself.
But I suppose it's a matter of taste, isn't it?
Ah well, I suppose sophistication is relative too, isn't it?
Be happy and eat my duck ungarnished like any savage?
I can't stand marmalade, it is such a strange thing, we never serve it at Albanian banquets, and it pales beside mint jelly and blueberry preserves.