Sometimes the jam jells. Sometimes it don't.

Tonight I made Peach Somethingorother.

It was supposed to be like a kind of peach butter, however I didn't really use a recipe and I think I added a little more sugar than I ought. And then that extra sugar burnt a little, so now it's Peach Burnt Sugar Somethingorother

Why am I home on a Saturday night making Peach Burnt Sugar Somethingorother? Well because I have fricking roaring PMS and I am not suited to going out just now.

Not only do I have Category 4 PMS, but I have nothing to eat in the house AND I never got around to go food shopping today. Well, I didn't really forget, I was more afraid to go. Afraid that I would erupt in a roiling ugly mess of hormones and tears and melted chocolate and pho all over some poor unsuspecting sod.

Sometimes I am like the Incredible Hulk of PMS. It's..... incredible really.

Oh, yeah, anyway, back to the Peach Burnt Sugar Somethingorother.

My dad brought me some peaches from Gove Farm out in Leominster and I choppped them, cooked them, mashed them through a strainer, added some chopped crystallized ginger and then stirred in the sugar. Which after a while burnt a little.

Smells good, looks kind of goopy, tastes too sweet - but I jarred it and water bathed it anyway.

I took a few photos and I'll post them tomorrow.

Oh also I made a corn dish thing. Dad also brought me really amazing corn on the cob. I cut the corn off the cob and pan-roasted it with chipotle peppers, garlic, cilantro, and red, yellow, and green peppers.

It was pretty darn tasty, but it wasn't a chocolate fondue fountain, so I am still sort of grumpola right now.

Comments

tammy said…
Well, Sister in PMS, when you finally find the Chocolate Fondue Fountain of Youth, you will let me know, won't you?
Mary said…
pms is a bitch. I'm off to go buy some fluff.

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