A nice young lady and I just spent about five minutes staring silently at jam at the supermarket. There were just too many sorts to choose from. We drew comfort, I think, from one another's indecisiveness.
I finally got raspberry.
When I left, my temporary companion was still ensorcelled by the profusion of jam. In a hundred years, we'll all be dead. So it goes.
UPDATE: This jam is good jam. It is pleasing to my mouth. This source claims that English muffins are American. However, this source claims that they are English. These two sources seem to favour rival English muffin conglomerates; truth is the first casualty in their corporate war. Perhaps the English muffin is a form of perverted crumpet? Whatever the truth may be, they are crisp and delightful and hold my new jam very well.
Posted by aloysius at May 07, 2004 07:38 PM | TrackBack |