Abundance

We just had too many apricots sitting on our tree in Perth, and decided to pluck them before the fruit fly eggs in them could hatch and bring forth spawn. You heard me right, people. Bring forth spawn, wriggling spawn. I regret I did not take a picture of those that did.

We hadn't sprayed our apricots this time, which explains the eggs. But organic does that to you - it gives you eggs where you don't want them.

But we digress severely - here, we have an abundance of apricots.

And in case you didn't have a good look at that abundance, there's more abundance here.

I enjoy taking pictures of stoned fruit with fuzzy outsides.

I've always thought that when someone says you get a fuzzy feeling inside, they're really referring to the way you feel when you look at the fuzzy skins of apricots and peaches.

But, goodbye little apricots. Goodbye too, all you unhatched eggs.

You are about to be boiled down. Into very yummy apricot jam.

And you'll go on equally yummy scones (which I promise you will be up soon, and will come in especially useful if you have a nice lazy weekend morning in store. That's if you aren't rushing getting Christmas presents, and like my dad, spiking your children's milk on Christmas eve so you can pretend the next morning that Santa did drop them off under the tree, and it wasn't you stumbling around at 4am trying to slip them in unnoticed. Okay no he didn't spike our milk, but he must have done something for us to not notice for 7 years.)

But enough about the things I did in Perth! I regret I didn't take pictures of the process here, and what is more, in Singapore it's hard to get a basket full of cheap fruit to make jam with. I do have some relatives in South Africa who might be reading this (hullo, Erasmus-es and Uys!), but as is well known, South African ladies quite possibly know all about jam anyway, and their jam would knock my jam off the kitchen counter any day. So it's down to some serious recipe-churning, everyone.

In the meantime, if you don't have a chance to visit till Christmas is over because your children are wailing for presents and your husband is wailing for presents too, God's blessings upon you.