Come and frivol a bit

So, in urgent need of something that absolutely does not matter, I threw a Teddy Tea. The best Shelley china, hand-crocheted cloth, bears are the Downton Abbey of toys.

And I thought since this is one reason I buy Roma plum tomatoes, and keep lemons frozen just in case, I might as well make a little batch of Tomato lemon jam. 

I was short of sugar, so I halved the recipe, which was fine,  because I only had one jar available anyway.

Cut-out recipe from long gone cookbook, with added undecipherable notes, food stains attesting to the history of making this jam.

The boiling water I dropped the tomatoes in, to peel them,  later served to sterilize the sole jar, and, still later, was poured over the dishes in the soapy sink. Waste not etc.

And I now have a mini harvest of one jar, probably two pints.

It's very tangy, excellent on toast for tea. Or ham as a sauce. Or fish. Or ice cream or yogurt. Or a lot of things in fact.

I've usually served it without naming it, to people who would get all bent about tomatoes in jam. Then they taste it,  want more -- one guest asked if she could take some home!-- and then I tell them what it is. At this point some people look at the jar wonderingly, but my work is done.