It’s a good thing my new 50mm f/1.4 lens arrived early last week. (Ask J.P. what happened to my old nifty fifty lens.) I had to try it out, and if I had waited until today to take this photo you probably wouldn’t even be able to tell what color the jam is—there isn’t much left.
J.P. won these preserves in a raffle last week. It was part of a basket of English teas and other goodies, and it was second prize. First prize was $146, and at first I was disappointed that he didn’t win it. But then I tasted the jam, and I think we might’ve gotten the better end of the deal. I’ve been eating it on toast at least once a day since. (Yes, there was a day when I had some for dinner too.) And he’s had it nearly every day as well. The label on this jar says, “By appointment to Her Majesty the Queen,” and we know the reason why.
I don’t know whether we’ll ever be able to go back to Smucker’s, but we definitely can’t go on polishing off a jar a week. I almost wish I hadn’t spotted it in the International section at Wegmans last week.
P.S. Isn’t the lens great? All that nice bokeh means you can’t tell how much crap is in the background.
