[food] ... I do this to myself.

In January 2021, I said

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...