lady_marmalade tender_square "homemade," kristin said, as she pulled a repurposed sundried tomato jar from the fridge and placed it on the countertop. "blood orange with a hint of lime." she made a pound cake with indian yogurt specifically to offer me something to spread the pulpy syrup on. "a little goes a long way." she spread a corner of the hot cake with the amber chunks. the taste was bright, like the sun bursting on my tongue, and a hint of sour aftertaste followed, changing the whole dynamic. it was a simple recipe, something clipped from a 50's magazine and shared online: combine fruit boiled to a base, then add sugar and stir. there may have be pectin from the rinds, though i suspect not. the viscousness never set to something firm. kristin handed me a jar to take on my way back home, pushing it into my hands along with a ziplock of leftover cake. "try it on toast," she encouraged. "it's the best." 230226 ... kerry this glows, tender_square. 230226 what's it to you? who go blather from