When I realized how much fruit I'd bought, and that each red currant would have to be stripped from its stalk, I got nervous, and made a cup of tea.
Two hours later they were done (I watched two episodes of the BBC's Duchess of Duke Street). I had a glass of the pink bubbly to celebrate.
The I'm nearly done stage. Bloody hell.
And the best of all. The breakfast in bed on a Sunday stage.
Raymond Blanc's recipe here