A while ago Melissa at tiny happy made a passing remark about having lime marmalade on something or other, and while I seem to recall the point of this being the something or other I stopped in my tracks at the lime.
In my world, there is only orange marmalade. My mother likes it, so there was usually some in the house when I was growing up and I tried it once. It was bitter. There were huge hunks of orange peel in it that stuck to my teeth and were just all wrong, consistency-wise, for a cheery little piece of toast. Admittedly my mother likes tea that pours out like ink, so on reflection I suppose it's possible that other brands of orange marmalade might be less bitter, but still. Marmalade = ew.
Yet there was Melissa liking marmalade, and it was lime, so obviously I had to get some. I mean, I live in a pretty big city and we do import things. Surely I should be able to find lime marmalade?
It seemed not, for several months as I haunted different posh grocery shops. But last week, the nearest one suddenly had: lime marmalade with ginger, lime marmalade fine cut, lime marmalade. I went for Fine Cut, remembering those hunks of orange peel.
It is heaven.
I might even go back and get the regular kind. But not the With Ginger. I mean honestly. Ginger and Lime?