It seems appropriate that today, my Dear Dad’s birthday, I have spent much of the day making marmalade. Dad was the marmalade maker in our house and I used to help him when I was quite young. The smell of the oranges boiling is so evocative of lovely times.
I spent the rest of the day baking cookies for our decorators, ColourGirlz, who start tomorrow on the hall, stairs and landing. I have used an old family recipe but adapted it by adding cinnamon and dried cherries as a very dear friend does. She takes them on long car journeys and they are very much appreciated.