Sunday July 21st 2013 Tim Candler
In the cupboard there were sixteen pint jars,
labeled BAP09. They had been there for basically as long as I can
remember. Occasionally The Artist would come across one or other
of them and would question me as to their contents. Which is a
fine opportunity for me to harp on about the precociousness of young
Hummingbird who spend July travelling in packs, looking for
trouble and adventure. And I usually finish my account by saying, "And
it does you no good to swat at them."
Anyway, BAP09 refers to Blackberry
Apple Jam that was made on the outdoor stove in the hot weather of 2009.
And thanks to the interference by Hummingbird I was not able to get the jam
to set. So I bottled it and stored it away, for maybe a second chance at it
sometime in the cold weather. Yesterday I couldn't take it any longer, I
opened the bottles smelled each one of them, then poured them into the big
shiny cook pot that's made in India, and in the safety of the kitchen I
boiled them to the mutual exhaustion point. There are now eleven pints of
BAP09 in the cupboard. I'm going to call it "very expensive syrup."