There is a huge distance ... between this sculpture of oranges and my home-cooked orange marmelade, but still thoughts doesn't have any limits ... or do they?
Today, I took down the Clove spiced Christmas Oranges and made marmelade to go with the cheese, sweet and lovely, and with a hint of the spices of Christmas left in it.
While doing it my thoughts took its own journey to the Orange Festival in Ivrea, Italy, where I have had much fun through out the years ;-) and further to USA where my Bible was "Betty Crockers", over-there I made lots of jam and chutney, o memories,o memories .... *sigh*
Wonder if people from Sweden are allowed to visit USA, this days, I read so many blogs that express hate against us grown up with social democratic and green values ....
Life is a silent jam, fruity with touches of bitterness and passion.