Strawberry & Rhubarb Jam

My first summer in Aberdeen was much like a first love. I experienced what a strawberry really, really tasted like, simply couldn’t get enough and wanted it with me all the time. Three punnets were on the go at a shot, freshly plucked from a local farm and sold in the farm shop along a winding country road. The kind where daffodils lined the edges and seem to nod daftly at everything that passed them.

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Calvin, Hobbes & Peanut Butter

Calvin and Hobbes ‘got’ me. I got them. I felt the unfairness of the world same as them, the rebellion against conformity, the over-the-top reactions, always pushing just that bit too far and the love of that one special friend who saw past the one-man-band kind of bedlam that was me.

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Spain, Valencia Market, Final Part

In this post, the last of the Spanish saga; I feel I’ve saved the best for last. The food market of Valencia, Mercado Central is, without question spectacular, housed in an impressive, almost church-design like building with iron, glass and ceramic components and boasts the largest indoor market of it’s kind in Europe. As The Scotsman and I walked towards this grand building, I remember thinking we’d got the wrong place. Valencians, it seems, take food seriously!

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Melting Moments for Tough Times

I made a huge batch of the most perfect lemon curd. The recipe it was intended for tanked spectacularly, a tragic mass of sliding fat and collapsing layers. I braved a second attempt but humidity and egg whites loathe each other. I’m sticking with that. My ineptitude left me with a colossal amount of lemon curd. I gave some away, I made scones to pile it into, slathered it on crumpets, licked off a spoonful in private, but there was still just that bit left over. Alongside, sat a taunting half a cupful of cream, a second reminder of my failed attempts. Vicious things.

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Tamarind for the thirsty

Sucking on a leathery tamarind fruit is as much punishment as it is a pleasure. The initial sweetness, gives way to such tartness, it pinches the sides of your tongue to release more saliva just to cope. There might be hilarious facial contortions, great for on-lookers. If you lived through that, chances are you like it, and I’ll bet, you’ll take another chomp.

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