Garden Jelly

We were given a bag of apples when our neighbour’s cow died… she is a lovely lady who cared for a retired dairy cow on her smallholding up the road from where we live. I think the old girl made it to around 17 years old, which is a hell of a lot longer that most poor unfortuante dairy cows live. They are pretty much milked to death by the age of five. Then they are killed and put into meat pies and babyfood! If you want to read more about Britain’s hardest working mother you can look here. We couldn’t eat that many apples so Marc decided to use herbs from the garden to make jelly. He made mint, chilli and rosemary jelly. I’ll think of the old girl when we eat them.

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