As you may have established from my previous post, dealing with my inherent social ineptitude is a daily struggle. It is particularly visible when I am interacting in any way with the opposite sex.
Like many other girls of my generation, I have long had a penchant for the indie boy. As a 16-year-old I spent many hours lamenting the fact that the bassist of 'insert name of NME's top-tip' was not, and probably never would, my husband.
Salt Sugar Smoke is broken into different sections of preserving and then each part begins with extensive notes on the methods and ingredients used. It could easily have become dry and dull but Diana Henry has such a way of writing that it is interesting.
Here's a list. Not a television show of a list but a real list written in real words. The topic? The finest alternative comedy shows ever produced for UK television...that you've never watched.
Aside from getting confused about how anyone can listen to more than three dubstep tracks in a row without feeling like they need a shit, I am wary of criticising anything or pretending that it was much better in my day.
Jam making is having something of a revival, no longer just confined to the ladies of the WI. From the classics raspberry and strawberry to the slightly unusual apple pie and melon with ginger, confiture has turned into a cult.