Ridiculous Pride

My late summer jam project, it worked! This morning I just could not face the jars of apricot and blackberry jams that have been languishing in the fridge for a great many months. After carving off a thick slice of homemade bread and gingerly inserting in the toaster, I felt a surge of optimism and determination and before I knew it I was down in basement selecting a jar of spicy peach jam. And, lo, the thing made the most wonderful unsealing noise when I opened it.
Add to the jam and bread a cup of Portland’s finest roast and a nice little storm rolling down the street – and I’d say it’s a fine, fine morning.