Greengages, damsons, cherry plums and Czar plums picked from the trees in the garden. Many of the fruit trees were hit by the frost and these small yellow cherry plums were the total harvest! I’ll cook the damsons and large plums in crumbles or gently poach them (lumps and custard) and bottle a few, but the greengages will never make it as far as the heat for eating a greengage in its sweet, almost honeyed ripeness is one of life’s pleasures.
Chocolate from the Farmers Market this morning. I’m not sure how chocolate qualifies for a farmers market in England, nor the stalls selling greetings cards, mass-produced keepsake boxes and jumpers in lurid shades of acrylic yarn. It’s not my idea of a Farmers Market and I feel they should rename it, but despite that, this chocolate is delicious and the lady who makes it is charming.
New cushion covers because for my last IMK post I took a photo that included one of the kitchen chair cushions and I suddenly saw my cushion covers through new eyes (and instantly deleted the photo). My mother made me some beautiful patchwork covers but fifteen years of being sat on every day and washing on a probably too hot wash had taken its toll. They were full of holes, unpleasantly marked and generally tatty. So before these get knocked to the floor and sat on by people in dirty overalls, I can photo them.
Nougat or some other sweet confection? No, it’s soap. In the past I’ve read about soap making but it was always made out to be a dangerous operation only to be carried out in solitary confinement with equipment that should never ever be used again for cooking. But then I read Janine’s calm and measured instructions and gave it a go. In the kitchen. I was careful, I took note of her safety precautions and hey presto, after a period of curing (see I’ve already picked up the terminology) I have soap. It’s lovely to use soap that just smells clean, rather than reeking of artificial scent and it lathers beautifully. My family of course just rolled their eyes and muttered under their breath when they heard what I was doing. Apparently, it’s a step too far in home produced goods and only a step away from eccentricity. Hey ho.
What’s happening in your kitchen this month? Why not join in with Celia at Fig Jam and Lime Cordial.