Why do I keep trying to make jelly? Either I don't boil it long enough and it comes out runny, or I boil it too long and it ends up as an inpenetrable mass. Sometimes, a burnt, inpenetrable mass.
Nevertheless, this year my Japanese quince bush decided to bear fruit. Ten or twelve small, green fruits, to be exact, that fell off the branches before they could reach any size. Blame it on the lack of rain. I have to do something with them, nevertheless, and that means cutting them up, boiling them in the crockpot a few hours, and making jelly from the resulting juice.
This time I didn't burn it in the pot, at least. This time, I got the temperature up to 220̊ Fahrenheit or even a little above. I got the juice to sheet off the metal spoon. But it never passed the wrinkle test. I'm sure it'll be too syrupy again. Or too stiff. Either one. I won't know for sure until tomorrow (Sunday) evening.
Meanwhile, I'm taking the little plate out of the freezer, to check on said wrinkle test, and I notice there's water and ice along the top edge of my pullout freezer door. On my brand-new french door refrigerator. I check the digital thermometer I got for it because I'm paranoid since my old fridge failed last July, one with a probe on a wire. 10 degrees F. It goes up to 11. Then to 16. At that point I pulled everything out of it (there wasn't much) and crammed it into the deep freeze in the basement. I already had wet ice on the outside of the pizza boxes. By the time I got back upstairs, the freezer temp was up to 27 degrees.
The refrigerator compartment appears to be cooling just fine. If anything, it's running too cold.
Of course I can't call Frigidaire for service until Monday morning at 8:30.
Damn. They better be able to fix it. I can't bear the hassle of getting it replaced.
My friend, this isn't about celebrating holidays, it is about profiting from them. But you know that, right?
