Yesterday morning was iced coffee Saturday, and Cecilia had risen earlier to bake a whole wheat rye bread in which to slather butter and a chili fig jam. It was scrummy, and I took home three more slices of fresh bread. I had recently printed up a recipe for a ham and blueberry and white wine jam, and so I ate my own variation of that for lunch. The jams I had in my fridge and pantry were strawberry and tangerine.
And so tangerine and prosciutto and Irish butter of course. Delicious y’all. But it has to be on a very crusty baguette or a slice of an artisanal bread.
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