True story: I loathed anything jelly/jam related until I was in college. Then, one groggy morning after a night of er… college indulgence, I found myself brunching at a local diner with a packet of jam in my hand and a slice of toast in the other. I put the thinnest, nearly nonexistent layer across my toast. It snowballed.
Merry Christmas, everyone! Ok, so what?! I’m a day late, don’t be such a grinch. I made Jaryd run down the delivery man to check his truck for a package. Not just any package. It was THE package. The package that would make or break Christmas. The package that is all my kid’s been talking about for the last month.