Bread and Jam for Frances

While I'm not at all ready to join Frances in her "What I am is sick of jam" refrain, my last post made me realize what a wealth of jam I am sitting on.  I'm not ready to fully disclose the extent of my jam stash, but I am ready to share some of the love.  Tell me why you'd like a jar o' jam and I'll randomly pick three winners from the bunch.  Respond by this Saturday the 10th and I'll select and send by next Monday, the 12th.   

PS Proof that there is indeed knitting content on this so-called knitting blog, I thought I'd point out that there are knits to be found on a blog called Bread and Jam for Frances.  Great name, great taste! 

Comments

[melissa]

1. My grandma's jam always cam in a pickle jar and you could smell the pickles when you opened it. You couldn't taste it, but you could smell it. I finished the last jar 5 years ago.
2. Jam in park slope costs $8.95 and it still doesn't taste as good as grandma's.

[heather]

heh, jam stash.
michigan fruit, baby - there's nothing like it.