My Kumquacello is done. Fini. Terminé. Complet.

We had another tasting and again it did not fare well with my friends. I served it at the end of a small dinner party and I was the only person who liked it just as it was. 

It might suffer from the ugly child syndrome. Maybe I am like one of those parents who show you a picture of their still puckered up infant, or their gangly teen-ager and say 'isn't he adorable?"

"Yeah, a real heartbreaker", is always my safe answer.

Well maybe my kumquacello is some version of a "heartbreakingly" endearing offspring. Of course I love it, because I just spent 8 weeks making it! But it seems nobody else can embrace its charms.

But honestly. I think it's delicious. I really do. So we will never really know the answer. It's probably my stunningly sophisticated palate. It gets me every time...

But, you should have heard some of the remarks. Mostly non-committal. But I am not stupid. I can read between the lines. Even though people's "suggestions" about what I could do with my kumquacello made me mad, they did get me thinking.