i still don’t remember.
Keeping track of my kitchen adventures has always felt like it took the fun out of cooking. Well, now, it really has come back to bite me.
I made a peanut butter and spiced citrus marm sandwich. I got so excited and angry to the point of letting the expletives fly mid-bite. It was ecstasy in my mouth and I still don’t know how to get it back again.
It had such a simple light nuanced flavor. It’s even mellowed in the last few weeks. There’s only a bit of cardamom kick that hints at what else is in there. I remember most of the ingredients, but not the amounts and definitely not the process. I, unintentionally, did some quirky stuff.
I really want that marm back. I’ve said it before, now I mean it. Experiments and escapades must be recorded. I’m a pen to paper kinda gal. I’m deciding between Rhodia and Moleskine to capture the magic.
I’ve got one jar of the mystery marm left. And I’ve got 8 months to figure this out.
Nikki♥