Rising to the challenge of like-for-like comparison...
Being able to eat exactly what you want, when you want, is one of the best things about being an adult. Of course, all that changes once children come along, because then meal times suddenly become all about 'setting a good example'. If you want something that goes slightly against the accepted norm, then you have to be able to justify your strange preferences. And so it was that I found myself in Sainsbury's on a Saturday afternoon investigating strawberry jam. While the general concensus is that the greater a pot's whole strawberry count, the higher the quality, my personal preference is for jam sans fruit. Not the processed jelly that comes out of those plastic tubs served up in roadside cafés, mind. I want real jam - I just want it devoid of strawberry chunks. So what I needed to do was to prove that my choice was a the right choice. I would guess that in a sane and rational world none of this would be necessary, but when you live with a vegetarian wife and two daughters of impressionable age, words like 'sane' and 'rational' are largely redundant.
