I wanna jam it wit you!
To keep you satisfied.
True love that now exist is the love I can’t resist,
So jam by my side.
I channeled my inner Bob Marley today. He serenaded me (in my mind, nonetheless) during an Old Fashioned Jam making class I took through the Mississippi Market Co-op. The aromas and flavors the plum jam we made recalled my mind to childhood and stealing spoonfuls of the sugary tart delight straight from the jar. Heaven! I can’t wait to make my own batch o’ jam at home with Amelia. Guy is a little sketched out by home preserving. Bah! Side note: The lovely Nancy joined me in class today! (One of Guy’s friend’s wives.) I haven’t had the pleasure of hanging out with her much, but this will have to change. I mean we have already jammed together! She wants to learn to pickle next weekend. YAY! A new friend made over food preservation! Gotta love that!
I’n’I will see you through,
‘Cos everyday we pay the price with a little sacrifice,
We’re jammin’ –
To think that jammin’ was a thing of the past;
And I hope this jam is gonna last!