Another thing about marmalade

Oh and another quick thing my colleague Tibbs has just reminded me about as we head into the weekend. A couple of months ago, in one of our weekly features meetings at Tatler, I mentioned that I liked eating sausages with marmalade. That’s the sort of highbrow meeting we have here. And to my amazement, the reaction from a couple of appalled colleagues was as if I’d suggested smothering a newborn baby with marmalade and eating THAT.

Whatever. I inherited the habit from my mum, who says she’d picked it up from boarding school. If you google it, you find other people who say the same and that it dates from a time when marmalade was the only *condiment* allowed on boarding school breakfast tables.

When I was at school, we were only allowed jams on Wednesdays and Fridays, so on other days of the week we used to improvise and put sugar on our toast. Quite a lot of butter, then teaspoon after teaspoon of sugar sprinkled on top. Jamie Oliver and his pal George Osborne wouldn’t like that at all.

Anyway, the point is, sausages and marmalade are genuinely in my top five favorite things to eat. People put honey on sausages quite often these days so I don’t know why marmalade would cause such revulsion. If you feel like being wild this weekend you should try it.