Sometimes in the early morning when the house is quiet and all those smelly boys are still snoring, I sneak out, make myself a pretty breakfast and, as they say in the movies, 'take it outside'. This morning I had the extra bonus of homemade cumquat jam. None of the Baxter Street Boys, including Himself, like cumquat jam. It is too bitter for their delicate palettes but I love it.
Wherever you may be in the world, dear reader, I hope your weekend begins with birdsong and quiet reflection and, if you like, a generous scraping of your favourite jam. xx