Jam sammidges

Ah...

The Jam Sammidge.

tis a wonderous thing.

Underrated in the sammidge world. Savoury is good, dont get me wrong. My Xmas leftovers sammidge is one of the highlights of the sammidge year. Turkey, sausage, cranberry, bacon and sweetcorn stuffing, mayo, fine malty bread.... *droolz*

but the jam sammidge is something special, perhaps because it is so simple. The jam sammidge evokes many the childhood memory. when tea was actually proper. Before a big meal was needed at the end of a hard day of school or work. Back when fingerpainting and chickens and who got to go on the swings were the most important things in the world.
You sat around the table.
You got a boiled egg.
You got soldiers.
You dipped.
You schlurped.
And if you are anything like me, you hated the white of the egg - so you scraped it off the shell with your spoon, smashed the spoon through the base of the egg. poked the white bits thru the hole into your peter rabbit egg cup and prayed your parents wouldnt notice.
Then...
Sammidges.
Maybe crumpets. (crumpets are another favourite but I had them last week so the urge to proclaim their fabulousness isnt so strong)
But the sammidges.
Oh the sammidges.
White bread, or breadbun, or stottiecake.
Butter, preferably lightly salted - not back then probably - but now because I just love the combination of salty and sweet.
Jam.
Strawberry.
Raspberry.
Home made by my gran from fruit we picked as a family, inbetween playing on the tyre swing and having gooseberry fights.
Bought from Presto.
Jam.

Proper nursery food.

This makes me happy.

Especially when I have a mug of coffee with it.


I am now going to go and make tiffin. Another childhood treat. If i could make coconut meringue cookie as well i may just be zapped back to 1985.