At the beginning of this summer, in early June, me and the kids visited my parents in Hungary. (Whilst poor Daddy caught up on a few pints and stag dos.) My dad has a fantastic garden, the children had a blast. He’s got lots and lots of roses, beautiful, sumptuous, soft pink, velvety red and bright yellow. I was marvelling the rose bushes in full bloom and I thought, that’s a shame really, all those pretty petals just end up in the compost, such a waste. That’s how I came up with the idea of making a jam. I Googled …
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