Blackcurrant Jam comes at a price. Topping and tailing. Every Summer at home my mum put us to work picking the little fat berries and then sat us at the kitchen table and cajouled us into plucking off the little stalks. Lucky for mam my brother and I were very competitive so tubs of fine berries were quickly filled.
Of course the world has moved on since then but blackcurrant’s still have the same demands…perhaps I could poach my brother’s son Joseph and put him to work!
see all gingergirl loves