Toast and jam

But mostly jam.

When Grammy and Grampy visited for Father's Day they brought us a quart of strawberries and a pint of blueberries. (Seth brought us Harry and David pears! And apples and stuff.) Since berries are so fragile, I decided to use them right away and make a batch of refridgerator jam.

Now, 'fridge jam is quick, easy, and low in sugar. But it's got some sugar in it. Which is more than May usually has. So when I made her toast today and smeared it with a little jam, she thought she'd died and gone to heaven.

Heaven is messy in toddlers' minds.