The apple tree is shedding another mammoth harvest of cooking apples.
I'm in the market for marrows.
The jam kettle is locked and loaded.
I have consulted the recipe. I have clocked the correct amount of
Mötörhead (my chutney-making accompaniment of choice) is cued up on the iPod.
That's when I put in my order with Lakeland, the only choice for the organized
I ordered a dozen one-pound
Chutney Apocalypse will have to happen next week, after the Canaries have