My annual domestic goddess has arrived. Seville oranges are in season and the kitchen smells deliciously of citrus and sitting proudly on the windowsill are several pots of authentic Oxford marmalade. I managed to get the setting point right this year so we don't have the deep toffee texture of last year's effort.
Funnily enough I inherited my dislike of citrus peel from my Dad, who is a great marmalade lover, and passed it on to Nathan. We pick the peel out of our marmalade when we put it on toast!
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