Apparently, it’s brunch time.
Goody, goody (chic alors). Brunch means toast. Toast means jam. Some would kill for chips (ah, “Carfax Chippy”- sweet Oxonian memories), I, on the other hand, would quite happily kill for toast and jam.
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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  |
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