I made some new (to me) jam to go with an old favorite. It is like The Missing Piece. Oh wait, the missing piece grows and becomes a ball and rolls on its own. I don’t think cantaloupe jam can roll on its own. But alas, this combo was killer.
The cantaloupe jam was delicious on most everything sweet. Muffins, sweet bread, popovers… all equally scrumptious.
Fuzzy mornings where I peel myself from a worn out quilt and stumble my way to open up a worn out cookbook are the most lovely of mornings. Nothing like the test of time to make something so very real.
Have a yummy Wednesday.
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I want to eat breakfast at your house