tweaking recipes
All the grapes were overdue for picking.
I was swimming in kilner jars,
not having a clue what
to do with seventy
pounds of fruit.
Jams were
not
setting.
The internet
advised using apples
to increase the pectin,
but the apples weren’t quite
ripe. So, you climbed the tree
and started to thwack the apples down
with a stick. I couldn’t stop laughing
as the apples rained down upon
my head. The apples were
bruised and tart, but
in the end,
the jam
set.
Category: rwp | Tags: 8:30, rwp 4 comments »
April 9th, 2010 at 1:13 am
Phew, apple jelly, we whip it up with cream and spoon it over Vodka rocks and sip it through a straw. Seventy pounds of fruit will make a lot of wine, you need some big buckets!
Like the shape of this poem!
April 9th, 2010 at 1:16 am
Thanks, Andy – and what a lovely idea about apple jelly – I’ll have to try that!
I’m curious about wine but was a bit frightened to try this first year – it seemed to take a lot of Apparatus. However, after jam success, I’m feeling much braver! : )
April 9th, 2010 at 2:53 am
Oh, yes! This is great! I love the subtlety, the conversational tone, the soft innuendo. A consideration: “upon” seemed out of place, its formality blocked the flow for me. I’d prefer “on / my head”. Altogether, a fine crop of words. Well done. And please feel very welcome to comment and critique at http://www.gregoconnell.com =)
April 11th, 2010 at 4:30 pm
mmmm