Ignore the slightly blurred figure of Albert. He just muscled into the photo I was taking.
The real object of desire so to speak is the collection of jams,savoury marmalades and jelly which has been amassed on the kitchen table.
No, I haven't had a Mary Berry epiphany and gone all "preserve like".
I have been sort of adopted as an unofficial produce "tester" by village jam champions Rosemary and Bernard.
Now Rosemary and Bernard always make me chuckle for they are constantly "on the go".Keen cooks with a penchant for German cuisine ( Bernard is German and has an accent that could cut a knockwurst sausage in two) the two introduced themselves to me a year or two ago when they realised I sold duck eggs. I conscripted the two of them immediately for a spot of cake baking for my open day ( by using a great deal of genuine flattery over a particularly tasty muffin)and ever since then a consistent dribble of goodies have arrived at Bwthyn-y-llan for us to trial and taste.
yesterday it was a savoury lamb marinade and several clementine jam recipes, a day before some sloe jelly was left by the kitchen door"...........it's just like having a pair of jam fairies living down the lane.