I have a slight problem. You see, every time I open a new batch of jam (which happens quite often), I feel obliged to make a special baked good to deliver said jam straight to my face. As was the case recently, when I decided to open a newly purchased jar of rose petal jam. Bake, slather, eat then repeat – it’s a little habit I cannot seem to break… and one I wouldn’t want to really.
As a self-proclaimed “hoarder of condiments”, I often find myself with an overabundant load of jams, chutneys and marmalade’s that messily spill all over my kitchen shelves. At any given time, it’s safe to assume that there will be more than a few jars of these half-opened goodies in my fridge too. And at the moment, the situation is more than a little out of control.
Like soul mates, it seems everyone is on an endless search to find the perfect peanut butter cookie. Crunchy, crumbly, chewy or soft, melt-in-your-mouth or crisp, flour or not, each person has a unique personal preference and set of ideals to match. There really is a reason why there are thirty two million hits when you search for “peanut butter cookies”.