On Friday I went to the market, as usual, and was just getting some avocados when I overheard a stall-worker call out to the boss "What shall we do with all these other strawberries?" I was pleased when I heard the answer "Later on we'll sell them for $5 a box". Could I possibly not begin to re-arrange not only my full trolly and 3 carry-bags , but my entire afternoon ? There was barely time for me to draw breath before I heard myself say "If I can have a box of strawberries now for $5, I will take one". The deal was done and the bloke loaded me up with more stuff than a camel could surely carry and I was off home, feeling apprehensively skippity-doo.
The apprehension was due to previous, less than perfect jam-making sessions when, amongst other disasters, I managed to boil the strawberry jam over the pot and all down the cupboard doors and out across the kitchen floor where the dogs were happily licking it up before I realised what was going on ! Another notable and, I thought, successful session ended abruptly a few days later when I realised the plum jam had set so hard that I couldn't even get it out of the jars and had to throw it away - jars and all !This time it went so well except for the fact that I couldn't find my trusty recipe and had to ring my mother for help.
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Great Kate! I must be getting old, I was trying to work out what the dark based container was, then I enlarged the photo and of course it's the soil in the strawberry box.
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