Greater love hath no man . . . . hath no Sister . . . . than to get up at dawn and go to the Broaddwater to meet the trawlers returning from a night at sea checking their scoops of the sea floor for spanner crabs to ensure Uncle Michael has his fill of this sweetest silken meat.
I’m up at the Gold Coast for a post-Christmas gathering of the Schramms and Alexander families of my sister Anne and my late sister Cathie.
A ‘Family Affair’ with Mark and Chris on shredded ‘brussels sprouts’ duty
Anne mixed up a glaze for the ham from an old recipe of my grandmother, Nanna Peg, who used to mix a can of IXL plum jam and worcestershire sauce for tang. Anne used Rosella jam.
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