Grandad’s Orchard Blueberry-Peach Jam

I picked up a jar of Grandad’s Orchard Blueberry-Peach Jam at a farmer’s market here in Fort Wayne.

The listed ingredients are sugar, blueberries, peaches, pectin, allspice, cloves, cinnamon.  There is no nutrition label, so I had no idea how many grams of sugar per tablespoon (other than the fact that sugar is listed first), and the young lady tending the table was not helpful on the subject.  But I thought I would give it a try.

A knowledgeable observer would note the interesting trifecta of spices:  allspice, cloves, and cinnamon.  A quick glance at google search results shows them used for mulling cider, etc.   That would be OK.  A blueberry peach jam that has a flavor of being mulled.

But that’s not what I tasted.  I tasted pumpkin pie.  The texture is not pumpkin pie,  but the flavor is.  This made for an odd peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  Perfectly edible,  but strange.

A keen eye might also have noted the hash marks on the label.  I put them there.  I have on occasion kept track of how many sandwiches I got out of a given jar of jam.  There is quite a wide variation on this depending on the textures of the jams.  I knew as soon as I made the first sandwich that this jam was not going to go far.  In fact, as the hatch marks show,  I got only five sandwiches from this jar.  The jar was $5.00 so it added $1.00 to the cost of each sandwich.   Tastes strange and is expensive!    Looking at my records I show the following size jars producing this number of sandwiches:  20 oz., 23 sandwiches; 16 oz., 16 sandwiches; 12 oz, 13 sandwiches;  10.5 oz., 13 sandwiches; 8.5 oz, 11 sandwiches.

So five sandwiches from five ounces is not much.  And the $5.00 for 5 ounces is expensive!

For the record, here is a pic of the portion of Grandad’s Orchard Blueberry-Peach Jam I put on the sandwich:

The label shows a website:  www.bigsistersalsa.com which does show Grandad’s Orchard products, but I can not find the blueberry peach jam there.

Peanut Butter and Jelly

A few years ago (I really have no idea how many, three? four? five maybe?), I abandoned the practice of eating lunch out.  I used to eat out five days a week, but it got to the point that I could no longer afford to do so.

I started “brownbagging” it.  A cooler, several cans of caffeine free Coca-Cola, and two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.  The first jelly was what I found in the fridge, Welch’s Grape Jelly.  Then a few jars of Smuckers.

Over time, when Debby and I did any traveling, I started buying jars of jam at various gift shops, wineries and other retail stores that we stopped in.  As the cans of Coca-Cola decreased with bottles of water replacing them, I also began to learn what I wanted in a jam.

I much prefer preserves to jelly;  I like to have some pieces of fruit in the jam.  I learned that if the sugars were over ten grams in a tablespoon, it would be too sweet (today there is only water in the cooler, no Coca-Cola….not even in the house!).  Also, I avoid any jam that lists corn syrup or any thing like it in the ingrediants.   I also prefer that the ingrediant list begins with the appropriate fruit and the fewer ingrediants the better.

Two weekends ago, Debby had a weekend with her daughter in St. Louis.  One of the places they went to was the Missouri Botanical Garden.  While there, Debby, being the loving, thoughtful person she alway is, bought a jar of jam for me.  She checked the label.  No corn syrup and 2 grams of sugar per serving.

It did not take long for me to check the nutrition label when Debby gave me the preserves.  “Two grams of sugar…gee, that might not be sweet enough,” I thought to myself.  But I had just recently finished off a jar of jam that had only five grams of sugar and it was excellent.  So I looked forward to trying my new preserves.

Just a couple of days later, I finished the jar I was using and opened my new preserves.  I made the second sandwich with the new stuff, the first sandwich with the last of the previous jar.  Then I licked the knife.

It tasted very sweet.

When I ate the sandwiches, I knew immediately when I bit into the one with the Missouri Botanical Garden Blackberry Preserves.  It was sweet.  Very sweet.  Too sweet.

There is no way in heck that those preserves have only two grams of sugar per serving.  That jar is so sweet, I can’t even believe that the two is a misprint for twelve.  Twenty one maybe.  It is not edible.

I will further comment that the preserves have a texture more akin to jelly than to preserves.  There is little if any pieces of fruit.   It is hard for me to judge due to the overwhelming sweetness, but the blackberry flavor that I think I maybe can detect is good.

I wonder if Debby can get her money back?