For some reason, I have accumulated a great range of jams ("Jelly" in U.S. usage). If I see what looks like an interesting jar of jam I buy it -- and people make jam out of all sorts of things these days. The big problem however is that there is one sort of Jam I REALLY like: cumquat jam. I even have my own cumquat tree which provides me with the fruit for it. So whenever I want to put jam on my breakfast toast or croissant, I reach for the cumquat and the other jams never get touched. So when I found I had about 20 jams in my cupboard, I decided that I had to do something about it. I put on a special jammy breakfast at my place this morning.
Both Joe and Von were due to return to their present homes this weekend so I made it a breakfast sendoff. I had some especially good fresh white bread sourced from a small local baker to go with the jam plus small croissants and raisin bread. The fresh bread lived up to its expectations and both it and the croissants soon ran out. And if people found a jam that they particularly liked they were given it to take home. I greatly reduced my collection that way.
Present were Paul, Joe, Ken, Von, Simon, Davey, myself and Anne -- plus littlies. Suz and Russ were late arrivals but there was still raisin bread left so they did not miss out. The kids had great fun with my Sao biscuits (cookies) -- laying them as a row of tiles here and there on the floor and elsewhere, breaking them up into pieces and occasionally eating them. Large cracker biscuits clearly have a lot to be said for them.
It was very hot, as it usually is at this time of the year but everybody seemed to think the breakfast was a fun thing anyway. The temp at my place rose to 37 degrees C later that day -- 98 degrees in the old money. It was humid too.
Something that Anne pointed out to me is that the gathering was mostly male. That was however mostly happenstance, I think. I don't know why Olivia and Maureen did not come but Jenny was crook and Paul's household had family obligations. Susan's family were staying there for a couple of days at the time. And Susan's father, mother and stepmother are all lovely people whom you would not want to offend. Somehow however Paul made his apologies and came to my crazy breakfast, without Susan but together with Matthew. So we had a full complement of littlies running around. And run they do.
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