Alternative title: If it looks like jam, smells like jam and tastes like jam…Then it’s jam, yeah? (Unless it’s Raspberry Liqueur by the Edinburgh Gin Distillery which strangely is the most jam like gin I’ve ever tasted! Mind is still very much blown by that).
Recently I’ve been gifted a rather large amount of raspberries (from M’s garden…) which I’ve duly eaten until they were coming out of my ears and doctors feared I would eventually turn into one (a la Violet Beauregarde and her *ahem* unfortunate transformation into a blueberry) and while I love raspberries as much as the next person there are only so many punnets I can eat in a day.
So while mulling over the best way to cope with the raspberry overload as I traipsed down the supermarket aisle in search of Agave Syrup, I had the dawning realisation (as I passed the preserves) that I hadn’t eaten jam in an age! I seriously couldn’t remember the last time I’d had any…I know right? With Bake Off season round the corner too!