I know someone who flies into Paris with her bags full of June Taylor jams. She distributes them to a few lucky friends, fills her bags again with Christine Ferber jams, and flies back stealthily to San Francisco. Those in the know refer to her as The Jam Smuggler.
I had my first brush with her activities a couple of months ago, as she oh-so-kindly brought me a jar candied seville peel — a wonderful combination of acidulated, sweet, bitter, chewy and syrupy, all in one jar, which I’ve been enjoying thoroughly.
A few weeks later, I had the pleasure of seeing her at the foie gras tasting and she did it again! And not just one jar, but two! This time she brought sour cherries in kirsch syrup, and blood oranges in clementine syrup. “I never bring repeats”, she said sweetly. So — does she keep a record of which went to whom? I like to think she does.
And when I asked her what they could be used for, well, vodka played the leading part in most of her suggestions. Sounds good to me, and now I know what cocktails to serve on poker night this Saturday…
So thank you Pim, and I can only hope your SF friends are as appreciative of your CF jams as I am of your JT ones!