With this vast excess of tangerines lying around from the tree
massacre, Elly May decided she wanted to make marmalade out of them. She can eat all those delicious sugary things. The lucky dog. 
They are so
orange. 
She was using the Ball Bluebook recipe for marmalade. Well, except for the tangerine part. That wasn't in the recipe. First she had to peel all the little dears.
And slice up the peel..
And the pulp part too. Only did you know tangerines have lots of little seeds (unlike those lovely navel oranges that the recipe probably called for....) and they had to be removed one by one. Oh the joy. She enjoyed every minute of it I'm sure. I think the lemons were easier. If only because there were fewer .
The whole lot goes into hot water, comes to a simmer and then gets to sit (turned off) overnight so you can sleep. (really, it does have to sit overnight, but what you do with your time is up to you... we chose sleeping) .
Then you add 3 tons of sugar to make the whole thing palatable and boil it to candy stage or something like that (she knows) . Then you get to put it in jars. If you think you are getting any vitamin C at all from marmalade , think again. Every last atom of the stuff is viciously murdered by boiling and sugar so I don't really think there is anything left but the orange color. But it tastes good and that is the whole point of this exercise anyway. So there.
All ready and waiting. Wasn't that nice of them?
More marmalade than we shall ever get through , or if we do we shall have some awful cavities. But hey, those tangerines did not go to waste. They have been embalmed with sugar.
It makes me think of Paddington Bear. He was always eating marmalade. It has such an English sound to it. Max de Winter had it on his toast in Rebecca.... but I think of Paddington more.
They are so orange. 
She was using the Ball Bluebook recipe for marmalade. Well, except for the tangerine part. That wasn't in the recipe. First she had to peel all the little dears.
And slice up the peel..
And the pulp part too. Only did you know tangerines have lots of little seeds (unlike those lovely navel oranges that the recipe probably called for....) and they had to be removed one by one. Oh the joy. She enjoyed every minute of it I'm sure. I think the lemons were easier. If only because there were fewer .
The whole lot goes into hot water, comes to a simmer and then gets to sit (turned off) overnight so you can sleep. (really, it does have to sit overnight, but what you do with your time is up to you... we chose sleeping) .
Then you add 3 tons of sugar to make the whole thing palatable and boil it to candy stage or something like that (she knows) . Then you get to put it in jars. If you think you are getting any vitamin C at all from marmalade , think again. Every last atom of the stuff is viciously murdered by boiling and sugar so I don't really think there is anything left but the orange color. But it tastes good and that is the whole point of this exercise anyway. So there.
All ready and waiting. Wasn't that nice of them?
More marmalade than we shall ever get through , or if we do we shall have some awful cavities. But hey, those tangerines did not go to waste. They have been embalmed with sugar.
It makes me think of Paddington Bear. He was always eating marmalade. It has such an English sound to it. Max de Winter had it on his toast in Rebecca.... but I think of Paddington more.
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