This day last week we returned from Sligo where we'd spent several days celebrating Leitrim Sister's graduation. Sorry - that should be Dr Leitrim Sister for clever Dede achieved a Ph.D. This day last week was a fine bright day and it was six days since I'd set foot in the poly tunnel. It was to be another seven before I poked my nose in there to find that lovely Bert has been keeping up with a bit of light watering and also, that I have another flush of bright red and fiery chillis.
This day last week the results of the U.S. elections were still in the future and it was a strong talking point in Sligo, Cullybackey and everywhere else. Most people felt that Hillary would prevail but I felt uneasy about it.
This day last week I was happy to be back in my messy house. It would be another seven days before I came close to catching up. Maybe this day next week.
Just some of the family in Sligo last Sunday. Dr Leitrim Sister is the one on the far right.
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Sunday, November 13, 2016
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Chilli Jam
Matty was not a maker
of jam but as children we never wanted for home made preserves as the
other mothers were forever producing vast quantities of jams made
from blackcurrants, gooseberries, plums and, my favourite - rhubarb
and ginger. Jam would be made from the most commonplace fruit, the
fruit that grew in almost everyone's garden in great quantities.
Rarely did we have raspberry and strawberry jam for these fruits were
grown less and were more prized. Actually I cannot think of anything
more horrible to do to delicious raspberries or succulent
strawberries than to turn them into a dreary jam.
Like my mother I've not
been keen on jam making. Like her I prefer to use fruit to make pies,
puddings and crumbles. And when I'm not making sweet desserts I will
be making wine. But then there are fruits and that do not lend
themselves to wine at all. Fruits like chillis. Our friend Les has
been giving us little pots of delicious chilli jam for some years
now. Then last autumn he gave me a well-grown chilli plant which I
planted it in the poly tunnel and hoped it would not die. It survived
and, this year, produced a good crop of waxy red fruit so, obviously, I had to
make my own chilli jam.
I've been putting the dread moment off for over a week now but had to do it tonight before Now I'm sitting here
with hot, chilli-burnt fingers waiting for the jam to cool for it was
runny when I put it into the jars – so hope it sets, hope it's not
too hot.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Belfast ChilliFest 2008

On Saturday I went to the ChilliFest with Zoe and Dave. I ate Tacos and Chilli and Chilli Chocolate and Chilli Ice Cream (surprisingly good but not as good Zoe says, as her blackberry and apple ice cream). I bought Bert a Chilli Tee Shirt and Hannah some Chilli Sauces. I took photographs of lots of Chilli Afficianados. They were a pretty mixed bunch.
Bert was astonished at what the stallholders were charging for the Chilli Plants. "Six pounds! that's damnable!"
Today I had a fight with Pearlie, visited Lucy, made Meatballs with Chilli Sauce and Blackberry Biscuits (chilli free). I also did some more clearing of Pearlie's old abode. Bert was amazed that she had squirrelled away all the personal letters he got when he was living at home. He spent a happy hour or so reading through them. There was one particularly sweet letter he received from a chap called David Clay that he'd met whilst travelling. He was so struck by it that he read it out to me.
That's a really lovely letter. Did you write back?
I never did.
You didn't! And that letter was from the heart. He really liked you.
I know. I was a bastard.
That's nearly thirty years it's taken Bert to appreciate the friends he met in his twenties.
Pearlie also kept all his school reports. They were all much the same.
A fair term's work. Robert is capable of a far higher standard of work.
As he said himself,
That just about sums up my whole life.
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