Marvellous Marmalade

January. I now perform the annual alchemy, my purpose : to capture Spanish sunshine in a jar. Seville : white fragrant flower to bitter orange sphere. Childrey : sugar, water, shredded peel to liquid gold. Now attend and carefully stir the boiling cauldron, Shakespearian witch-like, the transmutation is complete. Scottish myth. Her courtiers cry “Ma’am est malade”, forsooth, Mair’s headache cured with orange confiture, a royal preserve. At breakfast. The early morning sun aslant the glass, light shining through shredded peel makes goldfish in the swim. Marmalade. The bitter-sweet tang melds with buttered toast. Marvellous flavour. What better way to start the day ?