Nothing tastes as good as childhood memories. Tiptoeing away with the kitchen jars filled with yummy goodies, while everyone else slept the summer afternoons away. Those giggles. Mum pretending not to notice the stolen jars of her original recipes. Ah…those days are back again, in these pots. Have it any way you want. As cracker toppings. Or as a relish. Or even pickle. Chuck the spoon. Lick it off your fingers.
It multitasks. Like mum.