Just when I was thinking I was ahead, marmellata di arance smugly in the cupboard, Francesco in the market insists I make more marmalade with a different kind arance bianche he has brought especially from Sicillia. So yesterday after work I spent the evening slicing and squeezing a mountain of oranges, left them soaking as instructed and now they are on the stufa, filling the house with their heady perfume. Those who know me well, know about my little stufa, a rescue-stove found abandoned, dumped from a contadina farmhouse kitchen. It is adorable. Fill it with twigs and you can feed a family. The caldrone is another story, which I will come to later.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
marmellata: 2
Just when I was thinking I was ahead, marmellata di arance smugly in the cupboard, Francesco in the market insists I make more marmalade with a different kind arance bianche he has brought especially from Sicillia. So yesterday after work I spent the evening slicing and squeezing a mountain of oranges, left them soaking as instructed and now they are on the stufa, filling the house with their heady perfume. Those who know me well, know about my little stufa, a rescue-stove found abandoned, dumped from a contadina farmhouse kitchen. It is adorable. Fill it with twigs and you can feed a family. The caldrone is another story, which I will come to later.
