Wherever I Stick My Teeth That's My Home

The recent haul of brambles demanded some serious kitchen action, so I did manage to make some jam after Mon Cheri had picked the berries from the floor and washed them. I had read couple of recipes on the internet and was a bit confused about the very short cooking time.
Obviously I don't remember a thing from the times I made jam in Scotland or the sun has finally melted my brain. It's not rocket science, after all.

 Let me explain; after the jam had reached the boiling point and further 15 mins more of cooking was done, it was still resembling soup more than jam. So I decided to give it a bit more time and after the jam was cold and had set, it was rather solid...Ok, so maybe it's more like spreading cold butter on yer toast than jam but I think the taste is the most important thing. Any excuse.

I do like taking my own advise; you never learn anything if don't try it several times and fail. Look at all the scientists, they do that for a living!

Anyhoo, here's the jam. Happy to report that it does taste GREAT even if the texture is rather unusual.

I also made a bramble pie because we've been invited  to our neighbours' for an apero tonight (aperitif; little things to nibble and drinks to go with that, before the dinner. Wonderful invention, Vive la France!).
 Incidentally Mon Cheri got his eye (or should I say his teeth) on the pie first and it suffices to say I had to make another one.


Before...

...and after.

It's not the mice this time.