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
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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.
Have you ever shame-posted? No idea what the concept stands for? Ok, some excellent bloggers have admitted to bad picture days, in the same way most of us will have a bad hair day once in a while. Which reminds me that I need to book a hairdresser’s appointment - in the Marais, that is, in order to preserve French glamour (overrated? You decide, in the comment section!). Shame-posting. It’s
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