I wasn’t originally going to post this. Partly because it was made haphazardly with leftover fruits.
Then I did write a long, feverish post on how delicious it was and how “spice cabinet” sounded like a NASA concept, a kind of cupboard with spices and small astronauts sitting on minishelves, with a big reactor attached underneath. Then I thought, o Claire, cut the crap, for Pete’s sake
More claptrap! (Plus de sornettes!)Read Quetsche, Nectarine and Cinnamon 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
More claptrap! (Plus de sornettes!)Read Peach and Cardamom Jam
Ah my dear friends! Your welcoming comments went straight to my heart. Yes, even you who offered amazing discounts on hair-loss treatment and erectile dysfunctionment.
A side effect of my glamourous listlessness, I still haven’t taken the time to make final arrangements on the blog. But then again, that’s more fun for the weeks to come, isn’t it.
Instead I’ve decided to make jams.
