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So, there was a storm last night.
Rose hip jam
During our summer holiday we spent an amazing time on the tiny danish island Samsø. We’d rented a lovely summer house close to the sea. I don’t know if it’s a danish thing, but where there’s a beach in Denmark, you’re quite likely to find some rose hip. They grow wild and are hard to miss with their big orange/red berries. We picked a whole bunch of them and spent two afternoons carving out the seeds. Pretty laborious, but the weather, the salty air…well it was a nice pastime nonetheless. The plan was to make some rose hip jam, but time flew and all of a sudden it was time to go home. We bagged the berries and threw them in the freezer when we got home. Then 6 months passed. And one day I came home, and my wife had made jam of all the berries.
The taste was pure, jarred summer. Amazing.