Originally published in December 2006, this updated pantry ingredient post features new photos and links. When I was making the marinade, my husband Ted cast a skeptical eye my way, but it only took one shrimp to make a believer out of him.
I didn't grow up in a marmalade house.
In fact, apart from the grape jelly we ate only with peanut butter, I don't remember seeing any jams, jellies, preserves or marmalades in my mother's kitchen. Oh, I know that she had the occasional souvenir jar stashed in the back of the cupboard — a homemade treasure brought by a houseguest or friend who'd returned from a road trip to a part of the country where every family "puts things up", and recipes are prized. But I don't think we ever opened them.