I think it worked, anyway. The jars are still warm, but the residue
of marmalade in the big kettle is jelling nicely. But wow, the work! I
spent at least four hours making this stuff to fill two one-quart jars.
By the time I was finished, my right hand had developed finger cramps;
the ring finger, then the index finger just became rigid and refused to
bend. The reason, I think, is that I used that hand to grasp the tiny
cooked orange rinds while the left hand dug out the pulp and tough
membranes that remained after the skins were boiled.
At first I used spoons to remove the pulp, but they didn’t work too well
since they didn’t have a sharp enough edge to dig in as needed. So I
used my thumbnails, alternating from hand to hand. That worked very
well. I now have the cleanest thumbnails in this whole valley. If I make
another batch of marmalade, I am going to try and figure out how to use
my toenails—they need cleaning too.