We thought they’d finished with this particular topic, but it seems Guardian readers just can’t get enough of discussing marmalade.
Monday’s letter pages contained two more missive on the subject. The first, from a grinch named Linda Dooley of Manchester, announced: “We’ve had enough of marmalade conversations,” whilst the second was from a “mere” 47-year-old called Dr Hannah Bufton of Bridgnorth, Shropshire.
“Enjoy as they say in Sacramento” and don’t forget to get yourself a jar of Frank Cooper’s Original Oxford Marmalade. It’ll keep you going if you have to take shelter from Coronavirus and it’s utterly delicious.
We’ve had enough of marmalade conversations now. Please remember oranges are not the only fruit – and please don’t start on grapefruit marmalade.
A mere 47, I’ve been making Seville and Demerara marmalade for 10 years. But I long for the crystal-clear brightness of my late Auntie Wink’s grapefruit marmalde. I recall it had tiny gems of glacé cherry in it – or perhaps my rose-coloured spectacles are gilding the past. The recipe was lost with her in 1991 – can the Octogenarian Marmalade Club help?
Dr Hannah Bufton