What happened to the crystallised borage flowers?
Well, I picked them - nasty, prickly things - and I carried them home and remembered they were still in my bag around about midnight.
And then I thought, Well, I could still do it before bedtime. But it's a fiddly job pulling the pretty blue flowers off with tweezers when you don't want any green bits and the big bunch of borage was dwindling to a tiny heap of petals, which were looking rather tired and so was I ...
And I thought why am I starting a sticky job like this when sensible people are in bed?
And I also thought about all the dogs that walk down that lane ...
So I thought, Stuff it and chucked the whole lot in the bin.
Yesterday I noticed that the hedgerow has been mown and all the borage flowers have disappeared. So that's that.
But I still made the marigold tart from the 1573 recipe.
And nobody noticed that it was garnished with marigolds instead of borage.
Meanwhile, rose petals are drying on a teatowel on my windowsill. There could be rose petal sugar for meringues. I blame this book.
Rosepetal sugar being far less fiddly, I whizzed up a couple of jars in two minutes and those meringues - or shortbread - or macaroons - will actually happen. I do like instant results!