A fine, splendid and very Enid Blyton-esque thing to be doing. The lady of the house has been out with the two munchkins gathering elder flowers with which to make the eponymous cordial.
Twenty flower heads, best picked on a warm sunny day apparently, three pounds of sugar and two pints of cold water plus two unwaxed lemons.
Heat through in a large pan and leave overnight for the sweet nectar to work its bucolic magic.
I await tomorrow's unveiling and straining through a dishcloth with almost uncontained excitement.
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