The instructions inside the Certo boxes ( which I buy - along with the canning jars - at No Frills, which is owned by Loblaws ) say to use quite a lot of water for blackcurrant jelly, and almost as much for redcurrant jelly. Even then it can be quite strong, so I can't imagine what it would be like without water. By the way, you can also buy Ribena, which is made from blackcurrants, at Loblaws.
I had a horrible dream last night, AP. You and I were fighting over a huge box of raspberries in our all-time favourite supermarket.
US: Let go! I was here first!
AP: Grow your own!
US: I do!
AP: They're mine, Dame Edna!
US: Strumpet!
AP: Wanton! Anyone tell you only old whores rouge?
US: Hussy! Trollop!
AP: Termigant!
US: I'm taller and slimmer than you ...
AP: But I'm younger and prettier!
Then we start bitch-slapping. Fruit flying all over the place.The manager rushes in and we're banned from shopping there ever again.
I woke up in a cold sweat.
Then I fell into an uneasy sleep and had another dream:
It was the dead of night. Someone was on a rampage in my back garden. I ran downstairs with a flashlight. Adma was biting the heads of raccoons and tearing apart my big raspberry bush. He was dripping with red liquid - blood or juice I couldn't tell. Then a pretty little boy with long ringlets dressed in a velveteen Little Lord Fauntleroy suit rushed in and asked me sweetly, "Aunt Edna, will you make me some jam?", and Adma snapped, "Shuddup Walt!" and ripped his head off. Then Nigel Tufnel appeared, pointing up at my house and laughing uncontrollably - the house was sprouting decorative flourishes like some sort of gruesome skin rash. "I've got the antidote for that!" cried Ganja ( for it was he ), waving a big tube of ointment, " But I'm not going to give it to you! You'll have to live with those doodads for the rest of your life". I tell ya it was awful - gargoyles with wild eyes and frizzy hair and red juice gushed from their mouths were sprouting all along the roof ...
Then I woke up again.