Halp! Glut!

[shark_hat]

I could survive a fortnight's siege at the moment. It's like doing a logic puzzle; if the rare breed sausages, purple goat stew [1], pea soup and smoked eel all need eating up quickly, the chorizo, eggs, pumpkin and smoked trout aren't getting any younger either, the damsons want turning into a crumble and the Victorias are getting squishy, and more blackberries are coming on every day, and the freezer is only a single shelf, what will end up being wasted? (Luckily the local bacon will last for a good long time.)
All in all, it's a good thing I decided against having any of the rowan berries we walked across a Giant Sucking Bog Of Death [2] for, they would probably lead to the pot of jelly that would break the camel's back.

[1]Made with red wine and beetroot. I expect it was just an ordinary-coloured goat.

[2]Oh, all right, a Small Sucking Bog Of Losing Shoes. It was a lovely walk! Perfectly dry most of the way. There was a caterpillar, and a feather, and several scornful sheep, and wonderful views, and a fresh breeze, and just this one teeny-weeny morass. Well, only one I actually got stuck in.

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See main post re: space for jelly. I could look up TNH's recipe for chilli oil, perhaps, (which would go in a weeny jar in the cupboard) and palm it off on you at first opportunity.
Suggestion of coriander sauce ignored as unworthy of comment.

Ahh, Plokta! [/Bisto kid impression]