During our recent picnic, Carol shared a jar of her delicious homemade raspberry jam and being the generous sort of gal that I am, I shared it with my family where it became the centre of our* dinner a couple of times:
And now we'd please like some more!
Oh Caaaaarrrrrooooollllll - how can we get some more?
We don't want to eat this but we have to until we can get some of yours!
We don't want to eat this but we have to until we can get some of yours!
* Correction - actually I didn't get any, Jp jacked it from me!
3 comments:
Oh no! A cry for help! I can get some to you after I come back from Toronto in September (September 7th, I'm home!) Let me see what I can do!
HA! Also, Jp jacked it from you? The nerve! :-)
It's fantastic- and I get mine all to myself since Norm won't go near jam of any kind- nyanyah! You can always come over for tea and jam with biscuits to get your fix! :))
Hey Carol- the Smucker's jar of sadness is at best a sobbing and forlorn pale imitation of your homemade crock of celestial numnuminess: a sweet and delicious gift straight from the gods. Say- you wouldn't happen to have a blackberry version, would you? We'd have to get married or something.
For the record- I DID offer her some. THEN I jacked it. Didn't even last 3 days. She hated it when I called it Caroljam.
In retrospect, she's probably right.
JP
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