I drank alot of coffee this morning. Got up early, excited to continue my sewing and art projects. Within an hour or so my husband, cats and dog were making those “feed me” noises, so I went in the kitchen and popped two pieces of oat bread in the toaster, got the marmalade out of the fridge and took up my post at the counter, knife in hand. As I stood there staring at the toaster, knife poised above the marmalade jar, I dipped it in and licked a bit off the blade. I couldn’t stop. Yes, I love it on toast, but slowly, tasting it alone, without butter slathered all over the toast, it exploded with pleasure in my mouth! Tiny tart bits of orange rind next to soft, sweet pleasure. Wow – hello Morning!
My parents, history buffs full of curiosity about life, used to comment on the origins of food. They liked to praise the benefits of real marmalade by reminding me that sailors on the high seas (I imagine, the English Navy of long ago) used to eat marmalade to keep away scurvy and rickets – the dreaded diseases sailors bereft of fresh foods for months on end were prone to. I have always liked marmalade and eaten it with relish on my toast, but this is the first time I slowed down like a wine connoisseur and really experienced it. Try this, if you favor this food at all, and see what you think.
I am now imagining marmalade on philo pastry….light, delicate, not in the way of the purity of the orange within. My husband waits for his eggs, my dog is staring at me with sad eyes and the cats have gone away. I just had to share this with you!