recently i was gifted a jar of homemade jam. not just any jar of jam, one of the best jars of jam i’ve ever tasted. srsly. but that’s kinda beside the point of this post.
what i realized upon placing this delicious jam on the center of my saturday breakfast table is that it’s been quite a long time since i have been gifted a homemade jar of jam. probably because i’m always the one doing the jam-gifting.
what a joy it was to slather shae’s amazing rangpur lime jam atop a hunk of baguette and butter, knowing as i do, how much effort goes into a really great jar of jam. it was a delicious reminder of how homemade food nourishes us. yes, because the ingredients were most likely plucked directly from the season and the place from which they grew, and devoid of manufactured ingredients otherwise known as foodstuffs. but also because of the love and care that goes into each jar.
it’s been said many times, and in many ways more eloquently than i ever could, that the little things in life are the big things. in a world where we [think we] need to do and be and have, a given jar of jam offers up a moment to savor the little-big things. like making, giving, receiving. like slowing down. like toast and jam on a long saturday morning at the on-rush of spring, given by a friend met through the interwebs who shares the same passion for putting fruits in jars.
basically receiving a gift of homemade jam is like getting a tail hug.
and i don’t know about you, but that’s all the reason i need to get excited about this upcoming jam-making season.