Or coelacanth jelly, I suppose I should say on an American board.
With a few people sharing my interest in medlars (an almost forgotten fruit that has been grown in Britain for thousands of years) – Hi to @Dung_Beetle @CairoCarol @swampspruce @Filbert - I thought I’d post a few updates over the next few weeks. The first major development should be mid-Novemberish, when my purchases are scheduled to be rotten enough to eat. Yes, I did say that.
The story begins in a farm shop in Ockley, Surrey (17 Oct), when I noticed a basket of medlars for sale; I had never heard of a medlar – I had no idea what it was – so I bought a bag. Finding out about the need to blet (ie, half rot) them before you eat them came later, as did the realisation that my friend J would be as intrigued as I was, and therefore I needed to split my find with her (and intrigued she was – biologist and keen gardener, she recognised them without ever having seen one in the flesh).
Splitting my hoard was the proper thing to do, of course, but left me rather light on fruit. Particularly as it turns out that making them into jam/jelly is also a thing, and I had nowhere near enough fruit for even a pilot batch. Mrs Trep did not react well to my suggestion that we should return to Ockley in the hopes of finding more – You don’t even know if you’ll like them, you fool, she said. She had a point. But still.
Then events took a surprising turn. Read on.
(*) – in the sense that it is jam made from a living fossil, y’know?