I admit that as a man, I do at times adhere to the "why pay for the cow when you can get a burger with fries at McDonald's?" philosophy of cooking, but I am here today to prove that men are not always as shallow as they appear.
To your left is a picture of a freshly canned jar of homemade pineapple jam. That's correct, I made pineapple jam yesterday, and by all appearances it is good. I've not tasted it yet, because I read that it should set undisturbed for 24 hours.
One of the reasons for making pineapple jam is that I simply can't find it in stores out here. I used to be able to, but about ten years ago, it just simply started to vanish from the shelves. I can still get pineapple-something jams, but I don't want the somethings. I suppose there is a good explanation for the disappearance of pineapple jams, like maybe too many people liked it and it became a bother to make a lot of it.
But now I have something authentic to put on my bogus biscuits.
