Instead, I'm sitting here in my flannel, sushi pajamas (say "jammies") - a botched batch of orange and meyer lemon marmalade sits on my counter.
Glamorous, I am not.
I will not go so far as to post a recipe that almost worked because at the end of the day, it was a pretty poorly written recipe. Granted, the botched part is entirely my fault - having burned the sugar and fruit while changing a poopy diaper. But whatever, the fruit was free from a neighbors yard and the pictures still paint a memorable afternoon, so here goes.