It doesn’t get better than this – at least in the world of jam-making. We picked the fruit in Erin’s backyard, added some sugar, lemon, and fresh-squeezed orange juice. It was about as homemade as anything I’ve done before. Making it even better, we had two other of our favorite people in the kitchen helping us out. If you put together four fun people, the “work” involved doesn’t seem like work at all. Chopping, straining, stirring goes by faster when you’re chatting and laughing. And at the end, voila, orange marmalade. Erin’s husband, Geoff (who has a British mom), gave it a thumbs-up. I wasn’t quite so generous. Next time, we won’t cook it as long and we’ll put in a little less rind to reduce the bitterness.