J is for Jam.
And jelly and lime curd and marmalade and maple butter and hazelnut spread (aka Nutella.) Ok, yes, gotten away from any kind of alliteration, but the principle is that they are all versions of jam. Sweet spread for bread or toast or just a spoon, in a pinch. Grape jam on peanut butter, my perfect childhood sandwich. Especially on Aunt Alma's homemade bread- although then it would be her homemade raspberry or strawberry from the patch in her garden. Could have lived on that, and occasionally did.
Cleaned out the barely-dipped-into jars gone old in the fridge, save for this one. We just don't eat like that anymore. I read the ingredients on a jar of Nutella, and decided not to buy it. The one source of edible comfort in Saudi during GWI, with Pringles. Still get a jar of maple butter, it lasts me a very long time, should at that price. Still.
This lime curd is just lovely on toast.
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