New Experiment: White Wine and Kiwi Jam!

Ok, this may sound a little crazed but I now feel compelled to change fruit into jam....

Today I spied three hairy-skinned kiwis and was inspired!

So I took a nice BIG glass of white wine and boiled up the pips and peelings of one apple and the juice of one lemon. I then chucked the pips and peels away and added the (peeled) and coarsely chopped up kiwis, a cup of sugar and a dash of freshly-ground black pepper.

I simmered it up until it started to thicken, then poured into the heated jar.

Looks divinely tempting: the luscious green kiwi suspended in the golden-green syrup, rather like an edible jewel!

I tasted it too. It is amazingly complex and rich tasting, and not overly sweet at all. Smells absolutely divine; the citrusy perfume of the kiwi, the aroma of the pepper, the tang of the wine.

Try it out.

MC

MINT TEA AND APPLE JELLY

It's cold and miserable and I had nothing to do, I also had some sad apples in the basket and half a pot of mint tea...

So I quartered the apples (peels, pips and all!) and boiled them up for half an hour in about 500ml mint tea. Then I scooped out the apple (to make puree) and added a cup of sugar.

Simmered away until the liquid boiled, and stirred for 10 minutes, never letting it overflow.

Poured it into a jam jar.
It has now solidified into a lovely honey coloured thick substance....

I had a spoonful on hot buttery toast and it's lovely!

MC

Where is the outrage of European Moslems to all this violence being practiced in their name?
Where are the silent marches proclaiming ISLAM IS PEACE?

Where are you, while your adopted countries are being savaged?
Stand up and be counted.
Silence shows tacit compliance with this violence.
Speak out, or get out.


MC

Hearts survive, but to thrive you need to let go of rage.
Bitterness and anger leave no space for God's consoling angel.


MC

RIDING ON THAT SILENT TIDE

there is no spring
there is no breath
of hope to warm
the chill of no-home

a woman cried,
and clung to her pain

there is no blossoming
on these skeletal
bones, dark trees
dead eyes, wet streets
sleet-glazed debris

a woman cried
and attributed blame

god killed, did the deed
made her plead
god chilled the dead
hands of her child
god lied

a woman cried
and refused the balm
of tears, facing fears
sharing years of pain

a woman cried
and in her pride
she cried alone

MC

Being right is what makes defeat hard to swallow.

"Conversations with Ivan Shapiro"

Mathematics is one of those artifacts we create so we can comfort ourselves with science.

From "Conversations with Ivan Shapiro"