[food] ... I do this to myself.
Jan. 11th, 2023 09:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kaberettIn January 2021, I said
I insisted tolemon_badgeress, in specific, that I definitely was not going to make any marmalade in 2022.
In February 2022, I remarked that
... while, of course, making marmalade, using a portion of the 5kg of blood oranges we had accidentally delivered.
It's okay, I said, tolemon_badgeress. I definitely won't make any marmalade next year--
(You see, of course, where this is going.)
Earlier this week, during his usual call with his mum, she asked A slightly wistfully if she should send us some more blood oranges. (We took her some of the blood orange marmalade I made from the previous lot and she discovered that she does, actually, under some circumstances, to her very great surprise, like the stuff.)
Today, while finalising a grocery order, A asked me -- with the page open in front of him -- if I'd like any blood oranges.
I do not like anything larger than a clementine unless it's been juiced[1], and he knows this. (During undergrad, when I was living with C and sharing groceries etc, knowing what "oranges" meant on our shared shopping list required remembering which of us had put them there, because she only likes big ones.)
Obviously, therefore, I said no. No I did not want them. No they were not relevant to my interests. Thank you! but no.
... and then, perhaps foolishly, I relented, and added "... but if what you mean is that you'd like to get some, and have me turn them into marmalade, as a Special Treat for you and your mother..."
And so, inevitably, this year I find that I will once again be making marmalade.
[1] ... or made into marmalade...
Lessons for next time (probably not until 2023, given that the last time I made any was 2018)...
I insisted to
lemon_badgeress, in specific, that I definitely was not going to make any marmalade in 2022.In February 2022, I remarked that
I insisted last year that I wasn't going to be making any marmalade this year
... while, of course, making marmalade, using a portion of the 5kg of blood oranges we had accidentally delivered.
It's okay, I said, to
lemon_badgeress. I definitely won't make any marmalade next year--(You see, of course, where this is going.)
Earlier this week, during his usual call with his mum, she asked A slightly wistfully if she should send us some more blood oranges. (We took her some of the blood orange marmalade I made from the previous lot and she discovered that she does, actually, under some circumstances, to her very great surprise, like the stuff.)
Today, while finalising a grocery order, A asked me -- with the page open in front of him -- if I'd like any blood oranges.
I do not like anything larger than a clementine unless it's been juiced[1], and he knows this. (During undergrad, when I was living with C and sharing groceries etc, knowing what "oranges" meant on our shared shopping list required remembering which of us had put them there, because she only likes big ones.)
Obviously, therefore, I said no. No I did not want them. No they were not relevant to my interests. Thank you! but no.
... and then, perhaps foolishly, I relented, and added "... but if what you mean is that you'd like to get some, and have me turn them into marmalade, as a Special Treat for you and your mother..."
And so, inevitably, this year I find that I will once again be making marmalade.
[1] ... or made into marmalade...