It all started out innocuously enough. Our friends Jen and Eric were kind enough to bring us a wonderfully delicious meal in memory of my grandpa. Included in said meal was this:
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That's right, homemade Blueberry, Congnac, Allspice jam.
Since that evening, I've been using it exclusively, relegating my usual Giant brand raspberry jam to the back of the fridge.
And this morning, I was greeted with the following sight after making a mid-morning snack PB&J sandwich:
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And now what am I supposed to do?! Go back to that mass-produced non-cognac and allspice containing "Jam?!" But how?!
Thanks a lot Eric. No, seriously, thanks.
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