Jam today! A decadent and delicious seedless Marionberry jam from Andy’s!

Today, jam is on my mind. I’ve been thinking about one of my favorite books from childhood, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Saw There by Lewis Carroll.


I love that book!



Thank you, Lily and 9. It’s always a happy thing when the three of us agree. (If you are new to this blog, opinions sometimes vary between myself, my inner fourteen-year-old, and my inner nine-year-old.)


My copy of Looking-Glass includes an Author’s Preface, addressing an unorthodox chess problem that is the foundation of the plot and pronunciation guidance for “new words” used in the poem “Jabberwocky.” The preface is dated Christmas, 1896. The book was originally published December 27, 1871.


But I digress.


What a surprise.


Thank you, Lily, for the peppy dose of sarcasm.


Jam is today’s topic and I’m determined to stick with it. In particular, I am meditating on the White Queen’s rule of “. . .jam to-morrow and jam yesterday—but never jam to-day.” These are the terms she offers Alice when attempting to engage her as a lady’s maid.

Literary reference for “Jam to-day”: Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Saw There by Lewis Carroll.

Jam to-morrow, Wikipedia explains, is an expression for a never-fulfilled promise.* That’s when I realized there was not a single, solitary bite of jam in the house.



Say it isn’t so!



Ah, but it is so, 9.** And while I am not the world’s biggest consumer of jam, I like to have some around for spreading on toast or mixing into plain yogurt. There’s extra resonance to being jam-less right now, as I seem to be swimming in a sea of never-fulfilled promises. Maybe a lot of other people are, too, with so many plans derailed and dreams deferred because of COVID. (Yes, it’s still out there- -a family member of mine tested positive earlier this week).


Today I will make a symbolic gesture toward picking up discarded promises. That’s right, I will buy a jar of jam! Or maybe two. I tend to favor unusual concoctions- -fig, gooseberry, mango.


So we’ll be going to Andy’s?


That’s the plan, Lily. It’s the best local source I’ve found for mildly exotic food stuffs, and this is an emergency! In fact, it’s an existential crisis!!


Or maybe you just have low blood sugar?



Perhaps. But think about it: one simple transaction will reaffirm that some promises will be fulfilled. Not all of them, life would be too boring if that were so, but some of them.


Pass the toast.






* There is also a pun involved about the Latin word jam which means “now”, a classic Lewis Carroll usage that I, personally find irritating. Me, too! Me three!!

** Full disclosure: this worrying situation has been addressed since drafting this blog.

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