Makes 6–8 jars
Blackcurrant jam
There’s a brilliant film called Hope and Glory that my brother and I used to watch a lot as kids. It’s about the trials of a family living in London during World War II. The film’s full of wonderfully funny scenes, as well as those both sensitive and dark. My favourite bit is when the family opens a tin of German jam that the father has brought back to England. I like the way he opens the tin; I like the way the jam looks and the sound of the spoon on his teeth as he demonstrates ‘the jam is not poisoned’; and I love the way everyone’s suspicions are alleviated when they taste how delicious the jam really is. This is the jam my mum made, and her mum before her. And that’s what’s so good about jam – time doesn’t change it, and it’s the same the world over.