last week i had a bag of 9 oranges which i consistently forgot to open and eat. so i decided to make juice out of them.
nobody told me, though, that navel oranges aren't very good for juicing. i felt betrayed! [1]
pitiful.
out of spite, i sat and thought what else i could do with oranges.
some people lose their appetite when spiteful;
i am not one of them.
just as i hunger for revenge,
i also hunger for food,
sometimes simultaneously.
so i grabbed some leftover bread and looked for jam, but the jar was essentially empty. the remnants barely coated one slice!
i was about to curse my luck when the thought of marmalade occurred to me.
actually, i don't know how to make marmalade. i might have read a recipe, some years ago, but all i could remember was that it looked easy ..
.. easy enough not to look up a recipe again. so this is what i did:
- after zesting the oranges, i roasted them:
burn in hell, traitors! (-:
admittedly, i don't remember this being in any recipe, but the thought of caramelized orange flesh sounded appealing (which was later verified).
- after 1 hour of roasting, the flesh became very soft. i spooned out the roasty remains, and then pureed them in a food processor.
- emptying the orange gunk in a pot, i decided that 1 cup of sugar and 1 cup of water would do, and subsequently set it to boil with 2 tablespoons of zest.
then i decided to clean out my spice cabinet, realised that i had far too much garam masala, looked at the simmering pot, and decided ..
f-ck it. why not? [2]
revenge is sweet .. and surprisingly spicy!
it's a very distinct taste; i wonder what i'll say after a week of this stuff ..
[1] to clarify: betrayed by the oranges, not by my friends. (-:
[2] at the time i was also considering adding a bit of rum. immediately i thought better of it: waking up to coffee and rum-flavored marmalade is a bit .. much.