Same here @KT53. I have jars of jams, jellies and chutneys that I brought from Belgium nearly 7 years ago and only one has grown fur. We do keep themin the fridge once opened and they last months.
Vendée - 20kms from Atlantic coast.
"The price good men (and women) pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men (and women)."
When my mother made her own jam it didn't have a best before date and was just stored on a shelf in the pantry. We knew it had gone off if it had mould on it.
I still work on that premise. Only ever known some of my gooseberry jam to go off. However, it was the whole batch, so something went badly wrong!!!
When my mother made her own jam it didn't have a best before date and was just stored on a shelf in the pantry. We knew it had gone off if it had mould on it.
I still work on that premise. Only ever known some of my gooseberry jam to go off. However, it was the whole batch, so something went badly wrong!!!
It's no wonder kids are growing up with all sorts of allergies and food intolerances. They are never exposed to anything in order to build up natural immunity.
Sixty years ago, if a child fell over and bashed its head on a pavement the treatment often involved a mother’s hankie and some of her very non-sterile spittle beined into the wound.
Made me the woman I am today. 😊
The thing is, there are a lot more nasty things that find their way on to pavements these days. That said, I bash my head on pavements too often, but other than improve my looks, seems to leave me unharmed. Sort of 🤕
I'm sure those of us who grew up in the 50s, 60s and 70s were much easier to identify if we went missing. I had a scar on my forehead from dismounting a trike over then handle bars and one on my cheek from trying to walk along the hearth, failing miserably, and falling onto the fireside companion set and having one of the hooks penetrate my cheek. I'm sure our parents would have been reported for child neglect if that happened today. I must stress I never felt neglected.
A friend of mine treated me to a session of Gong Therapy today. It's an odd business but very relaxing (except for her snoring) and I ended up so floloppy at the end I felt pinned to the floor. I'm told I shall sleep well tonight and wake up energised for the next few days.
I'm not sure the patchwork ladies tomorrow are ready for me on "speed".
Vendée - 20kms from Atlantic coast.
"The price good men (and women) pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men (and women)."
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It's no wonder kids are growing up with all sorts of allergies and food intolerances. They are never exposed to anything in order to build up natural immunity.
That said, I bash my head on pavements too often, but other than improve my looks, seems to leave me unharmed.
Sort of 🤕
I'm not sure the patchwork ladies tomorrow are ready for me on "speed".
My RTBC today is that the clematis have started blooming, six so far and more to come and a few roses as well.