Marmalade… Then nastiest of all of the jams and jellies out there on the planet, or so I thought. I tried orange marmalade when I was little. I remember being about 5 or 6 years old and my great grandmother had me try a bite of her toast. I didn’t like the taste or the texture of it at all. Fast forward about 15 years, I went to a cute little B&B and was given a nice cup of tea, oatmeal, and an English with a spread of yummy and fruity spreads. There it was, looking at me, calling to me. The beautifully citrus smell of the marmalade wafted up my nose. I was drawn to it. I scooped a nice size amount on my knife and spread it on my English muffin. It oozed into all of the little spaces. A smile went across my face and I took a bite. It tasted like… disappointment. I wish it hadn’t. I so wanted to like it.
Now I am 35 years old and was overwhelmed with the amount of oranges coming in with my fruit and veggie box that I get once a week from Misfitsmarket.com and didn’t know what to do with all of them. The kids will eat them once in a while but not fast enough. My solution? Marmalade. I will defeat you this time, mark my word. Here we go!
Here’s what you will need:
- 1 lb of oranges
- 1 cup of sugar
- 1 cup of water
- 1.5-2 tsp of vanilla extract
Your cooking tools:
- Sauce pot
- Mandolin or very sharp knife
- Canning Jars
Let’s get cooking!



Bring the whole mixture to a boil and then take it down to a low heat or simmer.


So finally, after all these years at the age of 35, I finally do love marmalade. I am so sad that it took me this long, but at least it happened!






