Peach and Cardamom Jam

You know from the previous episode that Christine Ferber is my Jam Goddess*. I’m happy to inform you that my personal Jam Olympus includes a new inhabitant in the person of Zenchef. He has earned this serious status upgrade with his mind-blowing cardamom and peach jam combo. Make this a priority if you come across decent, juicy, fragrant fruits (such as Frog Hollow’s - Hi, Farmer Al, I enjoyed your rough yet gentle handshake the other day on the market). Expect miraculous phenomena to happen around your jam pantry such as the holy multiplication of toasts and fixed ecstatic features on your tasters’ faces.

As the recipe is perfectly well explained by the Zen Jam God, I will dispense myself entirely from copying it here and exhort you to rush to the temple yourself, make a few ablutions and offerings before you pick the holy recipe. I think He takes cash, but I have it from good sources that a leg of pata negra will also put Him in good dispositions.

Instead, I will share today’s crappy photomontages. They are somehow jam-related  but I’ll let you figure it out for yourself. Can you tell, my cunning little weasels (mes petites belettes futées)? The fig tree, being in particularly ill dispositions for years, has reluctantly crafted one single fruit this summer - quite puny too (rachitique, par dessus le marché) - I will put it down to teenage crisis, but I can’t help being *very unimpressed*.

* My Personal Pantheon also features a Nut-Bashing Goddess. My worship of her is perfectly unwholesome and somewhat disturbing for reasons I shall under no circumstance discuss here. Let the magic number of 0:48 speak for itself.