Yeah, well, the recipes for damson jam lie too. The stones do bob up to the top but that doesn’t mean they can just be skimmed off, because the skins bob up too, and some of the pulp is attached to the stones as well.
It’s been a long day and I’m tired. If anyone has the definitive method for dealing with delicious damsons, please let me know.
My cleaners came today, which only happens once a month but it seems to work for me. When I had a cleaner for a couple of hours, twice a week, I didn’t bother with much housework and left it for her. With it being once a month, I’m not so lazy but at least things don’t go too much to pot if I’m really busy.
The fishmonger called and had both squid and monkfish – amongst many other things, of course. I make no attempt to resist temptation of this sort, so bought both. I knew I was buying too much squid but I could hardly ask for just the fabulous tentacles, so I fried those and the right amount of the finely-sliced tubes tonight and will cook the rest in tomatoes in the next couple of days. The monkfish goujons, I don’t know yet. So much choice. I’ll browse a few recipes and then decide. Or just ask Tim, of course.
Tim tells me he has drawn up a to-do list. I’m terribly impressed. Right now, I’ve got a don’t-do list because I’m waiting for 10 o’clock and bedtime. However elderly that is of me, I can hardly wait. A lovely warm bath and clean sheets are all I want right now.