Finishing the marmalade meant forfeiting a home-cooked din

But ah well. This is why it's great that Cafe of India delivers. For starters, I don't have much experience cooking Indian cuisine, and secondly, there are no other good delivery options in our area. So, yay for CoI, and yay for finally crossing three-citrus marmalade off my to-do list. It's quite good, in addition to being beautiful. The recipe's author, Marisa McClellan of Food In Jars, calls for boiling the peeled and finely sliced (mine are in a chiffonade) citrus rinds and then adding them and much of the reserved cooking liquid to the supremed fruits and sugar. Although preparing the fruit was labor-intensive, it's nice to have a one-day version of marmalade-making, rather than the usual 3-4 (in that method, you soak your citrus for several days to ease the bitterness of eating its rind and pith).

Today dawned on Tom and me with many hours of parental divide-and-conquer ahead: Oliver had a birthday party in one direction, while Jack had Tae Kwon Do and his first rehearsal for a school theater production in the other. T did the party, while I headed out with J. I think we're all pooped now and are lounging in various states of recline. Well, except for Oliver the machine who is concurrently eating, singing and shaking something. God I wish that kid would take smaller bites when he eats. Have mercy man, it's not a race.