Tuesday, September 6, 2011
There are few things in life that provide me with more comfort than vogels toast and a good cup of tea. Being at home with my family comes close, feeding the family cat yoghurt from a teaspoon, maybe another. Tea and toast though at any time of day, whatever the circumstance, will warm and soothe you like a friendly cuddle in a way that other things simply can't.
I like my toast crispy and my tea strong, and if it's morning time and the spring sun is shining onto your kitchen table, and your Mum has homemade orange marmalade on offer, then that's what I'll be spreading. I rarely buy marmalade and I've never made it. It polarises opinion; people are usually either firmly in either the love or hate camp. I used to hate it, but we all know that with age comes maturity of both palette and behaviour, and I now love the stuff. Homemade of course is best; someone once told me his Mother always used to say that as a guest, you can tell a lot about a home by it's marmalade. Incidentally, the home of that person's was always good. I found this article over at the Guardian about one blogger's pursuit for marmalade perfection, and have a read for a recipe. I just might hit up the market for some delicious seasonal citrus and give it a go this weekend.