My work colleague Neil Perry described the experience of tasting my blackcurrant jam as being "like an angel crapping on your tongue".
Thanks Neil! I guess that's a thumbs up ...
It reminded me of another of those many posts that falls into the "things I've been meaning to write for weeks" category: what's left in your produce store?
Here's a summary of my remaining allotment harvest.
My potatoes, pumpkins and onions are finished, but the shallots and squash are still going strong. In the freezer, the last batch of gooseberries became a crumble, the last shavings of horseradish was whipped up into some horseradish cream with a roast beef dinner, and I am still valiantly working my way through my personal frozen blackcurrant mountain, ie churning out jam. The only other freezer occupant is a bag of courgettes that I don't really know what I am going to do with - tip into a vegetable stew, probably.
I am also hoarding the last two specimens from the haul of delicious Bramley apples we bartered for a squash earlier in the year. They're sitting on a table in the garage next to the squash, robed in newspaper.
Then of course there's the fresh stuff: when I get around to updating it, my "now harvesting" list includes florence fennel, chard, cavolo nero, brussels sprouts, Romanesco cauliflower, and some very persistent chicory. That's despite the fact that my plot is looking rather down in the dumps at the moment: waterlogged, weedy and sad. I am hoping the weather will cheer up soon - I need one of those crisp winter days to get some serious tidying up done.