We've been picking plums from trees all over the neighbourhood and had so many that I had no choice but to make jam. For the first time ever. And I'm no Martha, as I've said before. So out came Steph and I cooked up a storm (well 2 jars actually). And the cat waited patiently through it all, ever hopeful that the flurry of activity in the kitchen was about her, and ultimately her bowl.
My favourite way to eat this plum jam? Poured over vanilla ice cream!