Jam

While London's attempt at peanut butter ultimately succeeds, their jam falls short. It's pretty much offensive to all five senses (only Lisa and Alex will realize what I just did). Maybe it's just a bad brand. I can barely put into words what it's like, the closest I could come up with was: Imagine eating a glob of chilled, artificial-raspberry squid. I should apply for a job doing quality control for this company, they need it desperately. Unfortunately I bought two jars. I guess having to eat them is an appropriate punishment. On the bright side I didn't get the same flavour so maybe strawberry will be better. I hope I was just in the wrong aisle and got 'tea jams' or something because I think I might miss PB&J.