Strawberry jam

Somewhere lost in the mists of time, we got one of those food gift things, probably from Jim's brother. One of the things in it was a little jar of strawberry jam. It got put into the cupboard and hidden by other things. A while back, I was straightening the cupboard and found the jar. I like strawberry jam, so I thought I would have some.

This is one of those little bitty jars, maybe an inch and a half tall and even less in diameter. Very difficult to get hold of. I don't do too well with opening jars anyway, and this was even worse. I whacked it with a knife handle and tried my little rubber jar opener. Nothing. I ran it under hot tap water. Nada. Over the course of several months, I have tried it probably a dozen times.

This morning I got up while Jim was still home. I was making some breakfast, including an English muffin and I thought it would be great to have some strawberry jam on it. He's usually the jar opener, so I brought it out to him, all the while saying how hard it was to open because it's so small that it's hard to get hold of... yadda yadda yadda. He takes it. Does a little twist and hands it back to me. Viola! [sic]

The English muffin with strawberry jam was very good. :)