At the end of every summer, my mum sends a massive pot of her damson jam to Fruit Towers for toast duty
It's been in the kitchen less than a week now but has already taken over as king of the breakfast spreads.
Here's a rare early morning sighting of two Philippa's by the toaster, about to engage in some homemade-jam-on-granary action
Thanks to Mrs T for making
stolen re-homed damsons and breakfast taste so very good.