As some readers of this blog or visitors to our main website may know I recently broke my wrist. To add insult to injury, or rather to add injury to injury yesterday I managed to burn the same hand. One of my housemates had left a plastic washing up bowl on top of the cooker and I decided to make myself a little snack of cheese on toast. A strange smell started to fill the kitchen and a strange greyish lump appeared on my toast. I poked it wondering what it was, within an instant my hand was in immense pain and I washed off the molten plastic from my thumb and forefinger. I'm now typing this with my remaining fingers on my left hand and letting my right hand do the majority of the work. They say that bad luck comes in three's so what's next – am I going to loose my left arm altogether? I'm hoping that I can buck this trend of bad luck coming in threes and can't help thinking that I'm owed some good luck for a change!
I've got two carrier bags full of rowans in my larder that need my attention today before I have two carrier bags full of rowan slush. I don't eat meat so rowan jelly might not be the best plan for them – will they accompany nut roast, stuffed peppers? – Perhaps
I thought I'd make some rowan chutney, some apple and rowan sauce, maybe even some rowan jam or rowan wine. I can see myself getting used to the taste of rowan pretty quickly whatever I do with them. Can I say rowan a few more times? Rowan, rowan, rowan – it would appear so.
Whatever I do with them the recipes should appear here soon enough!