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Marmalade Quotes

Quotes tagged as "marmalade" Showing 1-6 of 6
Noël Coward
“Wit ought to be a glorious treat, like caviar. Never spread it about like marmalade.”
Noël Coward

Julian Fellowes
Bought marmalade? Oh dear, I call that very feeble.”
Julian Fellowes, Gosford Park: The Shooting Script

Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“Peanut butter is a poor man’s marmalade.”
Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Jessica Townsend
“Dear Jackalfax Jam Society,
Sorry but don't you think there are worse things in life than bad marmalade?”
Jessica Townsend, Nevermoor: The Trials of Morrigan Crow (Nevermoor 1)

Ah, now I see. It was in the center of the dorayaki! Right there underneath the insignia...
she added apple confiture to the filling!"
Confiture!
What the heck is that?!

"Confiture is the French word for jams and marmalades. It seems she's made her own special apple jam blended with a hint of ginger!
The tart juiciness and fruity richness of the jam melds seamlessly with the ginger's flavor. When tasted together with the apple chunks and dorayaki crust, it jumps out at you in a brilliant flash of deliciousness!
Yuto Tsukuda, 食戟のソーマ 28 [Shokugeki no Souma 28]

Nigel Slater
“Off the hob, the orange jam is left to settle for a few minutes, then stirred and ladled into glass jars. Four pots of glistening amber, the curls of peel suspended like jewels in the deep-orange jelly. The kitchen is still cold, and with the scent of oranges and syrup in the air I feel the urge to make a rack of toast.
Marmalade is always a pot of joy. Button-bright, glistening and quivering on a spoon, it has none of the cloying sweetness of honey, a clarion call to the start of the day. Whisper it: this thick orange jam does not feel quite right at any other time of day. It glows like a candle on the greyest January morning, cheering us out of the door to work. No preserve causes such controversy, thick-cut or hair-thin, dark or pale, softly set or firm. Mine will be barely set, light in color and as much golden jelly as peel.
Any morning now, the garden white with frost, I will pick up one of the jars I have filled today, twist off the glossy black lid and inhale. I will dip in my spoon, spread the lumpy jam onto a piece of hot toast, wipe a bittersweet tear of syrup from the crust and start my day.”
Nigel Slater, A Thousand Feasts: Small Moments of Joy… A Memoir of Sorts