Marmalade, where have you been all my life?
I don’t know what I was afraid of this all these years. It is amazing. Easily as good a strawberry, raspberry, or peach. My daughter won’t touch any jelly, not even grape. Lord that’s a shame, shame, cryin’ shame. Jelly is the food of the gods! And I got it right there on some Dave’s Killer Bread, “The Good Seed.” Also some pretty righteous stuff.
Breakfast sorted.
