There is literally nothing better than a home warmed up by a busy oven turning out sweet seasonal treats so the first chance you get, bake this bread. It’s a small luxury in a world where that feels ever more chaotic.
Plum jam is the perfect place to throw any bruised or overly ripe fruit that you bought and *might* otherwise let go to waste. Once this shit starts cooking, who the fuck can tell the difference? No one, that’s who.