Marmalade

F has been busy in the kitchen and I supervised.  The whole project started with a walk up the street one evening to pull orange things off one of the trees.  There are dozens of these trees on our street and no one else seems to want these orange things.  I can understand that.  However F wants them, and after a lot of messing about and heat in the kitchen there is this orange stuff in jars. 

Mr B likes it on his toast.  F puts it on bread.  I don’t think it has anything to recommend it.