The Jam Aisle; A Cautionary Tale.

During my last supermarket spree, I found myself wandering down the jam aisle, where I quite absent-mindedly plonked a pot of plum preserve into my typically wayward trolley.

 

Back home, upon putting said jar away, that annoying little voice in my head piped up –

you know the one - the domestic goddess in us all who convinces you to buy

things like candied peel (WTFlip?) and bake on a Sunday afternoon just because

it's cold outside.

 

 

I usually manage to repress her quite successfully.  Today, I failed.

 

 Upshot being, I'm now the proud owner of a batch of scones

because . . . .
 

 

 

  

:D  

 

 

Now, happily stuffed with still-warm, freshly-made, fluffy-jammy goodness;

I can honestly say, hand on heart . . . .

 

 

 

 

 

  

Gaviscon is a wonderful thing.