Friends Don’t Let Friends Buy Store-Bought Jam {15}

Jam First Responder: Nancy to the rescue, jars in hand. Yesterday, I pondered the absence of jam in my pantry. Today, a goddess named Nancy, traveled down the Westside highway (her chariot a full-size flat bed truck) to bestow a coveted cache of delicacies on me and wrong the right of culinary deprivation. As Boz […]

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