Over the years, Kit and I have made several batches of jam since that's something that we rather enjoy. (And I never tried it before she suggested it one time, though I've long been a jam eater. She gets credit for opening this culinary door for me.) We've shared jars here and there with family members. We have a fondness for expressing affection via food, I suppose.
So my grandparents recently sent back a box of jam jars. It contained 13 jars, of which we recognized about 5 as originating from us. Many of the others were definitely not ours since they were brands we haven't used. But it was nice of them to go out of their way to return the jars, something we didn't really expect. See, very considerate folks!
Also, within the box, were two jars that were not empty:
They'd sent a gift! But this gift really takes the jam-gift-giving tradition to a whole new level. Upon closer examination of the peeling, yellowed labels, you can see what I mean:
They are nice and well-meaning folks. I'm almost entirely certain they aren't out to poison us. But what should one think when one receives food from multiple decades in the past?
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