Kick out the (marion berry) jams
There are times when you don’t really want a movie, or a song, or a game, or anything like that. All you want is something yummy to put in your face, preferably while sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket. That’s where my favorite jam EVER comes to the rescue.
Wikipedia has far too much information about the Marion berry. Yes, it sounds like a politician. Yes, Oregon is considering making it their state symbol.
But who cares? Here’s what matters: you can get yourself a jar of Wells’ Berry Farm Marionberry seedless jam for not too many bux and make some fresh bread (use a bread machine if you don’t like kneading things by hand) and apply one to the other and sit down and wrap up in a blanket and eat it and feel like royalty. Other people may think that you’re acting like a spoiled three year old, but I maintain that there is very little difference between the two.
What you must not do is make the mistake of making it into a PBJ. This isn’t some workaday strawberry jam; this is the real goods. I refuse to eat it with peanut butter. Not because the combination isn’t good, it is. But the jam doing a solo number is far better. If you’re feeling especially decadent you can put some butter on your warm homemade bread first and feel like really spoiled royalty.
I could go on and on about it here, like I do with other things I think are awesome. But why bother? Some things speak for themselves. All you need to know is that it’s purplish, sweet as all getout and you should be putting some on some bread right about now instead of reading this article.

Yum…..
Remember when you where a kid and your Mom would drop you off at the movies with a jar of jam and a little spoon?
Mmmmmmarionberry. My boss brought me some back from a trip she’d gone on, and it was reduced sugar and seeded and SO DELICIOUS. Matt and I tried to find the same kind, or at least Marionberry, and so far, we haven’t yet found one that suits us…